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Her Twinkling Eyes
Young Adult Hazel Nash had always been the one person I couldn't stand. Every time I saw her in the hallways, her head buried in some book, I felt my blood boil. She had taken my topper spot and made it hers, and every time I saw her name above mine, it felt like a personal insult. But there was something else, something I never admitted to myself until that day.
It was late after school, and the halls were empty. I was heading to the library when I heard soft humming. Following the sound, I found Hazel sitting alone in a corner, her eyes closed, lost in her music. For a moment, I just watched her. She looked so different, so...peaceful.
"Enjoying the view?" she asked, not opening her eyes. I felt my face heat up.
"Just wondering how you always manage to look so smug," I shot back. She opened her eyes and met my gaze, and for the first time, I saw something other than rivalry in them. There was a softness, a vulnerability that took me by surprise.
"Maybe because I don't see you as a rival, Ace," she said softly. "Maybe I just see you."
Those words hung in the air, and something shifted between us. We both knew we were supposed to hate each other, but in that moment, it felt impossible.
The days that followed were confusing. I found myself drawn to her, seeking her out in the library, walking her to classes. We'd argue, of course, but there was a new undercurrent, a tension that was hard to ignore. One evening, as we were studying together, our hands brushed. It was a simple touch, but it sent a shock through me.
"Why are you doing this, Hazel?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Because," she replied, "I think there's more to you than just the competition."
That night, under the dim library lights, we kissed. It was tentative at first, then urgent, as if we were trying to make up for all the lost time spent hating each other. In that moment, all the rivalry melted away, replaced by something far deeper.
But it wasn't easy. We had to keep it a secret, sneaking around, hiding our feelings from everyone. Warren would never understand, and Amber would be furious. The school would explode if they knew. Yet, every stolen moment was worth the risk.
One day, we were nearly caught by Warren. We had been in the music room, hidden from the world, when we heard footsteps. Hazel panicked, but I held her close. "Trust me," I whispered. We stayed still until the footsteps faded away, and then she kissed me, harder than ever before.
"Someday, Ace, this won't have to be a secret," she said.
"Someday," I agreed, hoping that day would come sooner rather than later.
Until then, we would live for the stolen moments, the secret smiles, and the forbidden kisses. Because despite everything, despite the rivalry and the risks, Hazel Nash had become the one person I couldn't live without. His Innocent Bride
Romance The world's most feared mafia, Ehab Durani, is a 30-year-old man of few words with all bad habits. He changes girlfriends like clothes. His smooth-going life takes a U-turn when he bumps into a timid soul named Wafa Shirley. He falls for her at the very first sight, whereas his father is totally against his will to make Wafa his in every sense. But being stubborn and dangerous, Ehab decides to keep his father out of his life.
But the most interesting part is when Ehab comes to know that Wafa is his enemy's daughter. His enemy, with whom he has no good relations, they can't even breathe in the same room for a minute.
Ehab plans to learn about Wafa through Lucy, her office manager. He makes sure that she keeps an eye on Wafa by becoming her good friend. Also, Ehab instructed Lucy to find out whether Wafa's disease is real or if she is faking it. As a mafia member, he doesn't trust anyone, so he just wants to be on the safe side. When he finds out that Wafa is innocent and not faking it, he falls for more for her.
As Ehab learns about Wafa's past. He is not shocked to know that her own father was using her to kill his enemies but also taking advantage of her rare disease called Dementia. She creates her own scenarios in her mind. She barely remembers anything real of her own. Taking advantage of her disease, Ehab plans a very dangerous plan to kill her father, Keith Evans. The story takes twist when Wafa makes a soft corner in his heart. Ehab starts falling for her more and more.
They found themselves tangled in such problems that keep them entangled with each other every now and then. Ehab's dominating side, his intensity, makes her feel sparks. His closeness makes her heart thud. His touches are a cure for all her scars. She learns that she cannot survive without him. He makes the first move and proposes to her one night.
But here, Keith Evans plans to send his man to Ehab's place to find out what Ehab is planning. And when he discovers that his daughter is in love with his enemy, he plans to cut them into pieces that too on their wedding day.
Ehab promised himself to protect her at every cost, even if he has to sacrifice his life.
Ehab plans his wedding not to be announced in front of the world, but Keith manages to find out and kidnaps his own daughter. Ehab gets furious and he himself attacks Keith's mansion and warehouse, killing all of Keith's men and destroying him completely. Ehab knows that Keith has a stupid obsession with collecting various types of currencies, illegally, so he burns them to ashes.
As Ehab finishes destroying everything, Keith smirks, aiming his gun at his daughter. But at the right time, Ehab's father shoots Keith. And this is how they overcome all their hurdles. They mark a day for themselves, and she is known as his bride.
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Flying Soul đŠ âAlina, you will get late for school againâ I heard Dad banging on my door.
âLast 10 minâ I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us?
âAlinaâŠâ I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit.
âI am taking a bathâ I yelled.
âCome fast, your breakfast is ready,â Dad said before leaving.
âGood morningâ Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me.
âGood morningâ I whispered on his lips.
âWhen did you bring me here,â I asked.
âYou were sleeping,â He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom.
âThis hide and seek is terribleâ I sighed.
âBut it's funâ He chuckled.
Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense.. The Price of Unrequited Love
Shearwater Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley.
Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him.
That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!"
He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law."
Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart. Her Vengeance, Their Regret
Ellene Millstein The email chimed, promising a breakthrough â a perfect 1600 on my SATs, a golden ticket to the future, and finally, acceptance into the Miller family.
But then, Chloe, my adoptive sister, gasped, her own 1599 score turning her face green with envy.
In an instant, joy curdled into a nightmare as Liam, my adoptive brother, materialized, his protective fury ignited by Chloe' s crocodile tears.
He branded me a cheat, an ungrateful outsider out to humiliate his beloved sister, tearing down everything I' d worked for.
They dragged me, terrified, from the house, not to reflect, but to a rundown animal shelter, a place designed to exploit my deepest, most traumatic childhood phobia: dogs. This was no prank; it was calculated malice.
Left bleeding and broken, Liam' s scathing words on the phone twisted the knife deeper, dismissing my pleas for help as manipulation.
Then, Chloe' s voice, sickeningly sweet, promised to destroy my most cherished possession-a photo of my late mentor, Mr. Harrison-and I heard the shattering glass.
The line went dead, leaving me in the dark with a freed, aggressive pit bull, its growl a death knell.
Just as hope flickered, Chloe' s voice, cruel and dismissive, echoed again, mocking my screams as "dramatic."
They weren' t coming. They wanted me to die.
But then, I heard the sirens, and found the strength to scream one desperate command: "Break it down!"
The world exploded in light, but so did the Millers' carefully constructed facade, exposed live on national television as a horrific betrayal.
Now, as they face the consequences of their monstrous acts, I will rise from the ashes, no longer an outsider begging for crumbs of affection, but the architect of my own destiny. The Pop-Up Truth
Sutton Moul My phone screen lit up, not with a text, but a stark, black-and-white pop-up.
"Ethan' s SAT scores: 1580. Stanford bound with Tiffany. You' re the 'just in case' girl."
Just moments earlier, my childhood crush Ethan, whose father my own dad died saving, feigned despair over "disastrous" SAT scores.
He'd gently coerced me, the valedictorian, to give up my dream school for State College, all for "us."
These mysterious pop-ups, visible only to me, had always been unsettlingly, terrifyingly right.
This one revealed his calculated deception: he'd aced his SATs and was going to Stanford with his new girlfriend, Tiffany.
My heart turned to ice. I was his backup plan, a discarded pawn.
The betrayal escalated at his lavish graduation party where he publicly humiliated me, painting my sacrifice as my idea.
Then, with Tiffany's cruel suggestion, he trapped and locked me in a dark utility closet.
The final blow: he brazenly showed my ailing mom a faked State acceptance letter, causing her to suffer a heart attack.
As I sat by her hospital bed, watching her struggle for breath, a cold rage ignited.
How could the boy whose family owed us everything be capable of such cruel manipulation?
My dad died for his. Why was I his pawn? What were these pop-ups?
But in that sterile room, watching his continued charade, something inside me snapped.
I slapped him, hard.
No longer a confused victim, I saw him for what he was: a manipulative abuser.
This wasn't the end of my story.
This was the beginning of my fight to reclaim it. Echoes of a Nightmare
Zi Ya The night before the SATs, I sat at my desk, my mind fixed not on review books, but on Kevin Johnson, my ex-boyfriend, whose excited voice boomed from downstairs, bragging to my dad about Tiff Rodriguez' s party-his new girlfriend.
Then, a horrifying, vivid memory jolted me from what should have been a normal evening: Tiff, sneering in the school bathroom, outlining her vicious plan to drug Kevin so he' d miss his Ivy League SATs. In that other life, the one I somehow lived, I' d desperately tried to intervene, to warn him, but he' d just laughed it off.
Tiff' s scheme ultimately failed and led to her death, but Kevin, consumed by rage, responded by framing me for sexual assault. The unbearable shame of his lies drove my parents to suicide, and I, arrested and condemned, died in juvenile detention, haunted by Kevin' s cruel visit displaying my parents' last, broken moments.
The utter injustice of his monstrous lies, the agonizing despair of being blamed for everything while struggling to help, was an unbearable burden. How could one life be so thoroughly shattered by such a deep, twisted betrayal?
But then, a sharp gasp brought me back to my room, the exact same night before the SATs, Kevin' s laughter still echoing. This was it: my second chance. A cold, knowing smile touched my lips. This time, I would write a different ending. The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
Snootie For seventeen years, I lived in a cramped house, thinking I was just an unwanted foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks.
That was until a wealthy couple in a black Lincoln showed up. I found out I was actually the real daughter of the elite Pennington family, switched at birth.
But my biological parents didn't come out of love. My foster mother happily sold me to them for a $100,000 check. When I was brought to their Upper East Side mansion, I quickly realized my birth parents loved the fake daughter, Daphne, far more than me. They looked at my cheap clothes with cold disappointment, while Daphne played the sweet, welcoming sister.
"I'll help you! It can be tough for new people, especially if they're... different."
She said it with a bright smile, but under the mahogany dining table, she was secretly giving me the middle finger. I had already overheard her on the phone, conspiring with my foster mother to frame me as a violent delinquent so my parents would kick me out. I was treated like a stray dog, an embarrassing stain on their perfect family portrait.
They all thought I was just a poor, helpless girl from the Rust Belt who they could easily manipulate and discard.
But as I sat alone in my dark room, I pulled out my unbranded, encrypted phone and bypassed their elite security network in ten seconds. They thought they brought home a victim, but they actually invited in their worst nightmare. This war had just begun.