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,
Warning: This book has high sexual assault displays, but does not support any form of rape. I, Alpha Edward Parker, swear that I will keep you tied to me until I make you pay for what you did to my mate," he swore, gripping my chin in a bruising hold. "Not only will you wish for death, but you will beg for it, and it will be too far from you." I could feel the eyes of the whole pack on us. They probably came to experience a normal wedding, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I was being married off to a groom because he wanted revenge. Tears welled, and I wanted to scream, "I am your mate; I'm the one who saved you, not her." But I knew no one would believe me. I was his mate, how could he not recognize me? Four years ago, Amanda happened to save a total stranger, but due to a string of misunderstandings, her sister took her place. The stranger then promised a vow of betrothal to his savior. Not seeing any use in correcting the error, Amanda allowed it. That was her biggest mistake because the stranger ended up being her own mate. Caught in a web of lies and confusion, she decides to set herself free by speaking the truth. But her plans are thwarted when her sister turns up dead, and she is pinned as the main suspect. A mate out to seek revenge for another, a forced marriage, an underlying plot, a web of lies, and many dark secrets. How can Amanda navigate all these without losing sight of herself? How will she speak the truth when she has already lost her voice and has been destroyed by her own mate?
Olivia White replaced her sister to be engaged to Vincent Barton. She thought that the one she married would be a disabled man with notorious reputation, while to her surprise, Vincent is actually very handsome with great figure. What’s more, he treats her so well that he tends to satisfy all her requirements with no limits. In front of the public, he is the ruthless heir to the Emperor, while in front of her, he is her clingy husband who only belongs to her.
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
Rena, forced to flee to escape a marriage to a man as old as her father, made a spontaneous decision to marry Kellan, a stranger whose skills in homemaking were only matched by his financial acumen and his gentle demeanor. As their marriage unfolded, it took on a comforting predictability, with Kellan consistently showing himself to be reliable in every emergency. This sense of security crumbled when Rena uncovered Kellan’s true identity and the hidden motives behind their union. Enraged, she initiated a divorce and disappeared. Yet, it was not long before Kellan found her once again...
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
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."