Unique Ruthie
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Weird Hearts
Young Adult It all started with her over-belligerent crush on the school's best basket baller. One harmless peek, one single eye contact was all it took to change her.
Jacqueline Dawson, a seventeen years old student of Amity high struggles to mix her pain and happiness together .
Having to bear with a brother who derives unspoken joy in her pain and abuses her both physically, emotionally and sexually, trying to keep up with meeting the early hours of her part time jobs and the long walk to and from school even when she gets an early pass. She breeds a die hard crush for Jason Gonzales, the school's basket ball god and a player, son of a wealthy family..
Jackie, on several occasion sneaks in to the upper floor and peeks at him from his classroom window, believing his sight has a way of wiping her sorrows.
Somehow Jackie tends to deal and live with the harsh treatment meted out on her, accepting it as one of life's offer after the premature death of her parent.
She successfully camouflaged the truth from her best friend who always seem to be curious about her baggy and gob smacking outfit on a ninety degree weather. Jacqueline mixes incandescent emotions, laughter and tears on different occasion and hides her scars beneath the fabrics.
But how long can she keep on shielding those memories? How long can she stay in the dark and bear the afflictions that she thought would always be a part of her life??.
One single peek at her crush leads her to Nicholas McDowell, a rude Mr-goddy-two-shoes, son of a business tycoon who is mostly away on work trips, and a mother who left him after finding out a big secret that he has..
In a way, Jason knows about it too and somehow things get complicated and Jackie is stuck with him, adding to the woes in her life. Getting between the two rivals, her crush and a grouch.
she gets to bear with hiding her pain, keeping a daring secret, choosing between two guys and keeping the identity of her pain giver...
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Flying Soul š¦ āAlina, you will get late for school againā I heard Dad banging on my door.
āLast 10 minā I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us?
āAlinaā¦ā I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit.
āI am taking a bathā I yelled.
āCome fast, your breakfast is ready,ā Dad said before leaving.
āGood morningā Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me.
āGood morningā I whispered on his lips.
āWhen did you bring me here,ā I asked.
āYou were sleeping,ā He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom.
āThis hide and seek is terribleā I sighed.
āBut it's funā He chuckled.
Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense.. Reborn to Save My Dad
Snootie My Harvard acceptance letter felt like a golden ticket, a one-way out of this dead-end town.
That Friday night, after the football game, all I wanted was to help my dad close his auto shop.
But then I heard a muffled sob.
It was Jessica Miller, the head cheerleader, trapped by star quarterback Bryce Vanderbilt.
My dad taught me: "You see something wrong, you make it right."
So, I intervened.
That act of courage cost me everything.
Jessica pointed me out to the police: "He' s the one who attacked me."
My scholarship was rescinded for "moral turpitude."
My name was dragged through the mud.
The stress killed my father, the only man who believed me.
Months later, at a gas station, I confronted Jessica and Bryce.
He shoved me into traffic.
And then, nothing.
I woke up expecting hell, but instead, I was back in the high school parking lot.
The Friday night lights buzzed.
The Harvard letter was in my pocket.
And then I heard it again: Jessica's muffled cry.
The trauma of my first life crashed over me.
Last time, I sacrificed everything for a lie.
This time, I knew what to do.
I turned around, put my hands in my pockets, and walked away.
My father was alive right now.
And my only job was to keep him that way.
This time, justice would look very different. Reborn to Rewrite Their Downfall
Sibeal Sallese I had one dream, one path: the U.S. Naval Academy. Every study session, every athletic drill, built towards Annapolis. It was my future, bright and clear.
Then, my childhood friend, Ethan, handed me a drink, "Just something to help you relax, Maya." It was drugged. I failed the medical exam, my dream crumbling to dust.
While he soared to Ivy League success, I ended up packing boxes in a dead-end job, my spirit as empty as the containers I filled. Years later, at our high school reunion, Ethan's girlfriend, Jessica Hayes, saw him glance at me. That night, she smiled triumphantly, "You don't fit into the script," before pushing me off a balcony to my death.
As I fell, a chilling truth struck me: Jessica knew. She was reborn too. This wasn't merely fate; it was a sinister, orchestrated setup, spanning two lifetimes. The scale of their malice left me utterly enraged.
I gasped awake, seventeen again, in my old bedroom. Three months before the SATs, before the Annapolis medical evaluations. A cold fire ignited within me. Rebirth. Another chance. Not just to reclaim my dream, but for revenge. This time, I knew their script, and I was going to rewrite it into their downfall.