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The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare

The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare

My parents dropped me off at college like a princess, with a platinum card and no worries. My new life, full of independence and excitement, was just beginning. My roommate, Sarah, seemed sweet at first, a quiet girl with kind eyes. But her sweetness quickly turned sour, poisoned by resentment over my privilege. She' d sneer at my new laptop, comparing it to her brother' s grueling factory job. Then, the unthinkable happened: my emergency debit card, with over a hundred thousand dollars, vanished. A bank alert confirmed my worst fear: a $5,000 withdrawal attempt blocked. I knew, with a sickening certainty, who the thief was-the quiet girl consumed by jealousy. The betrayal shattered my idyllic college dream, leaving a bitter taste. I called the campus police, my hands shaking with fury. Sarah was arrested, my card found in her bag, and my sense of home was destroyed. I moved into a new apartment, seeking peace, but my mom' s well-meaning housekeeper, Mrs. Davis, brought a new kind of terror. She started with subtle criticisms, then tried to turn me into her domestic servant. Her demands escalated, culminating in an outrageous proposal: she wanted to control my finances and marry me off to her unemployed son, Kevin. The audacity of her plan, the sheer delusion, made my blood run cold. When I fired her, she called my mom, trying to slander me, but my mom shut her down cold. As she stormed out, my grandmother's silk scarf, a cherished gift, was found crumpled in her bag. Just like her daughter, she was a thief and a liar. I thought the nightmare was over when Kevin, her "good, strong boy," was leaning against my apartment door. His sneer, his entitlement, and the reek of stale cigarettes chilled me to the bone. He raged about his family, about how they were entitled to my money, our money. The fear was sharp, but my own anger surged. Then, I came home to a ransacked apartment, my belongings destroyed, and Kevin sitting in my armchair, drinking my dad's scotch. Mrs. Davis was there too, silently watching, complicit. My phone was shattered. They laid out their plan: I would empty my accounts, sign over my car, give them everything. Then, maybe, they' d let me go. Trapped, I feigned submission, my mind racing for an escape. In a desperate, reckless moment, I grabbed my heavy coffee pot from the kitchen. With a surge of pure, unadulterated rage, I swung.
The Heiress's Loop: My Second Chance

The Heiress's Loop: My Second Chance

My head pounded, a familiar ache, as I slowly sat up in my dorm room, sunlight streaming through the window. But something was terribly wrong; the last thing I remembered was my farewell party before London, a drink from Brianna, and then a confusing blank. Now, my phone confirmed the impossible: September 5th, move-in day, the exact beginning of my freshman year. A cold dread washed over me, stomach churning, as the door creaked open, revealing Brianna Evans, my new roommate. She was slinging a cheap, shiny black jacket over her arm – a blatant, terrible knock-off of my AllSaints leather jacket, the one I had just worn in my real past. It hit me then: I was trapped in a horrifying loop, forced to relive every cruel detail of the previous timeline. I remembered her subtle digs, the stolen moments, the way she'd mimic me, then twist things until I looked like the villain, the prestigious internship I lost, the friendships she sabotaged, the reputation she systematically destroyed. My blood ran cold, then hot with a fury born of knowing exactly what she was. How could I be back here, forced to endure this slow-motion psychological torture all over again? The sheer unfairness of facing her again, knowing the devastation she' d leave in her wake, was almost unbearable. But deep within me, the old Ash – the one who was kind, accommodating, and always gave the benefit of the doubt – was gone, poisoned out of existence by Brianna's venom. This time, things would be drastically different. The game was on, and though she thought she held all the cards, I knew the rules now. I had a lifetime of future knowledge, and this time, the winner wouldn't be Brianna. My future was finally mine to reclaim.
The Sweet Friend's Deadly Secret

The Sweet Friend's Deadly Secret

I was a driven high school student, about to embark on the biggest national scholarship competition of my life in Washington D.C. It was a life-changing opportunity for everyone on our team, especially my boyfriend, Mark Olsen, and my seemingly sweet best friend, Jessie Evans. But that life ended in betrayal. A drink spiked with my fatal allergen, followed by swift anaphylactic shock. Mark and the others testified I drank it knowingly, painting me as a distraught villain. Jessie, playing the grieving friend, became a national sensation, a "survivor" online, while my Pulitzer-winning investigative journalist mother fought for justice. Jessie's powerful family allies launched a merciless smear campaign, shattering my mom's reputation, costing her job, and ultimately, her life to a stress-induced heart attack. After I died, the chilling truth unfurled: Jessie orchestrated my demise and my mother's ruin. Her motive? Pure, unadulterated revenge. My mother had exposed her CEO father's massive corporate fraud, sending him to prison, and Jessie wanted us both to pay. The injustice burned through me, leaving an icy trail of hate. Then, I woke up. The familiar lurch of the bus, Mark's voice arguing with the driver, demanding we wait for Jessie's "lucky locket"-the exact same words, the exact same moment. I was back, armed with the horrifying knowledge of what was to come, and a powerful secret: a full-ride Stanford scholarship I already secured. This competition was meaningless to me. This time, things would be different.
Stuck With Mr. Popular

Stuck With Mr. Popular

It took everything in me not to kiss him back. His lips moved against mine in a perfect rhythm. "Soaf-Soaf please listen to me" He said while his blue eyes were gazing into mine. His breath fanned my face. We both were panting. My heart was thudding hard against my chest. "I-I have to go." I said shocked after what had just happened now. Fucking shit. Somehow I got myself out of his grip and took the file which fell on the floor when he pinned my hands on the wall and ran out of the classroom. I heard him mumbling a few curse words as I rushed to the door. "Soaf...Soaf" His voice faded as I ran out of the classroom. What has just happened? What the hell is wrong with him? He kissed me. Raymond Reynolds-The most popular boy of our school just kissed me. Why would he kiss me? No one even talks to me in at school. He didn't even know my name two weeks ago. Suddenly an image of light brown pair of eyes glaring at me pops up in my mind. Ellen Whitmore. She's going make my life a living hell. ************ Sophie Esinberg is your typical nerd with glasses, books clutched in her arms and face down while walking down the school hallway. She wasn't like this earlier. She used to be outspoken and confident. Then what changed her? Sophie faced a hell lot of bullying and had no one who could stand up for her. After her childhood best friend Daniel left her she accepted her life as a loner. Not until one day she is forced into a project with School's Famous Bad boy, also known as Mr. Popular- Raymond Reynolds. Everything comes crashing down when she finds that she is falling for cocky , super hot and irresistible Mr. Popular. But she knows she's a nobody in his world. She is incompetent. Will she fight against her instincts and let him break her heart?