Forget the past... Try the present... Prepare for the future... How can you end the past when the past is already approaching you? Will Jhelliet be stable? In the past, in the present? And in the future? How can she overcome it? Will Jhelliet still have an ally? Many problems will come, but Jhelliet can handle them. Jhelliet is a common third-year college student who has broken hearts in the past. She kept herself fixed until her ex appeared in her life again. Her college life became miserable, and her past memories were still playing in her head. She has a broken family, limited friends, and a lover who breaks her into pieces.
"Jhelliet, there's Nate," she said. With her finger, Anna indicated the area behind me. "Yeah, I couldn't give a d*mn." When she has tricked me into thinking Nate is present so many times, why should I believe her now?
Furthermore, I desperately want to move on with him.
"Are you telling me that you just don't care about me anymore?" The voice was cold, and I could feel it.
A voice sounded like it was behind me. something I'm quite comfortable with and knowledgeable about. His voice hasn't warmed up yet from the cold.
"What happened to you, Jhel?" "What gives you such a blank expression? Ana questioned me.
Now, we're at the cafeteria. As opposed to what you may believe, we eat actual food. We each ordered two pancakes and iced tea earlier. Currently, we are eating.
Earlier, I asked Anna, "Did you hear anything?" Certainly, I will inquire.
She frowned and said, "Nothing, why?"
As we devoured, I muttered, "Ahh, nothing; maybe I'm just hearing it."
"Girl, I have a rumor for you," she whispered.
This is just rumor spreading, pal. If I didn't have to be your friend, I wouldn't have been. So, I'm not one to spread rumors-barely enough to be noticeable.
We're genuinely curious: "What is that?" I scooched in a bit closer to hear her.
Someone's keeping a close eye on you. Avoid turning around. "Three o'clock on you," she added.
A moment ago, I looked around a corner and didn't realize that I was staring at the man who is now watching me. Someone who...?
She pushed me with her elbow. Someone is interested in placing a bet with you.
"Ayie!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with displeasure.
"Why do so many people admire you more than me?" Hmm.
Keep up the pretense that nobody is after her. They have a lot of men interested in her.
Just ignore it. Let's just get this over with, shall we? Shockingly, someone dropped my half-eaten hotcake right on top of my head.
Wtf!?
What was it again?
All at once, my veins began to fill with blood, and my brain began to feel a bit light. When I think about how annoyed I am, it makes me want to scream. Just being silent worked for me.
A sticky mass of syrup had accumulated on my head, which I clutched. For all, I care, whoever threw it is now dead.
I had a peek at it. For this girl, attractiveness is a heroic trait. That's what happens every day when Anna spreads rumors about the guys in the school who have a desire for me. Could you please excuse me? Is it because I'm so stunning that everyone seems to hate me?
"I'm done." I said it in irritation. "Are you completely crazy, bitch?" "Seriously, what the hell is your issue this time?" In a controlled tone, I said.
"You're stealing the spotlight that I deserve, so stop it," she said.
Taken aback, I asked, "Really, for you?" "Are you sure about that, girl?" Men don't pay attention to you because, of course, I'm gorgeous and you're the only shoes that I wear. Before I could walk away, I realized I'd forgotten something.
For the record, pancake remnants were transferred from my head to hers. Grace is something that can't be wasted. Don't waste it.
She got a faceful of it. Since she did the same thing to me, she can empathize with her plight.
Our time at the cafeteria was over, and we left. Both Anna and I stifled giggles. When I gave her the unused pancake, I could see the shock on her face.
"You're extremely unique, Bestie; you're terrific," she said.
Don't act like a bully. Bullies are brave individuals who act out of desperation, but you have the option of telling it like it is when dealing with such people. There's no requirement for revenge. Don't get mired down.
"Bes, my hair is so sticky that I want to go home right now," I told Anna as I washed my hair in the sink.
"Certainly, you should go home and get cleaned up first." I can leave. It's Friday, and the gate is open. Her words.
A two-hour break remains; there's not much to do right now. She added.
After shaking out the last of the syrup from my hair, I nodded and continued.
It's possible that I won't show up for school later. My damp hair was restored. I combed it out. It was still wet, but I gave pursuit nonetheless. I'm not used to my hair being so loose now.
When we split up, I didn't let my hair down...
"I'm going to abandon you here, witch. Leave me a message when you get back, okay?" When she left, she said her goodbyes.
Once she finished using the facilities, she walked out. Just as I was about to leave, I heard someone's voice. It was an obstruction in the passage. They are still entrapped in the jamb. In her opinion, she looked stunning right then and there.
Exactly like a door, in fact. Tsk.
You must have assumed I was finished with you at this point, right? In response to the stain on his suit, he said, "Look what you did to me because of what you've done!" It was an irritating utterance from her mouth.
There, in front of her, I put up my hand. "Am I at fault for this?" "Can you please leave the area I'm leaving behind, as I wasn't the first one to do that?"
Even when I was smiling and walking again, she still wouldn't budge. She stayed put at her place. The wacky dog's grin hasn't faded.
"I could have thought you were a door," I said. I gave a wicked grin.
"And why?"
"It's as if both of you were flat. I shook his hand and left immediately.
They were left gasping in the restroom when I left. The closer I got to the entrance, the faster I walked. I told the guard I was going out first.
Are you a snitch? Or did you ever betray someone? Mollie Porter snitched her best friend's billionaire husband for money, she swallowed her pride even betraying her best friend again. While Sean Pearce, a ruthless and unfaithful husband will not help without something in return, a contract will be made. "It's your choice; give me my daughter or be my fuck buddy again," Sean Pearce once said,
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...