On their wedding night, he gave her an agreement. "Divorce after giving birth to a baby." But after the baby was born, she couldn't leave the bed, let alone get divorced...
On their wedding night, he gave her an agreement. "Divorce after giving birth to a baby." But after the baby was born, she couldn't leave the bed, let alone get divorced...
Once upon a time, in the oh-so-familiar and not-so-distant land of Ravenwood High School, I was surrounded in a land of superficial bitches and boys who look so yummy I just want to take them home and bake cookies on their hard, toned abs. The bitches ruled the halls, while the delicious men stalked their sides, forever being their protectors, companions, and lovers.
My problem was I didn't fit in any of those categories in this not-so-fairy-like fairy tale. I definitely wasn't a bitch, and far from being a yummy looking boy, so, what was I? Who was I? Where did I belong in this kingdom of teenagers? Could I be a burn out, nerd, bad girl, or was I the dreaded goody-two-shoes that couldn't stand to be in trouble? Trouble... Come to think of it, I'm always finding myself in trouble...
"Nova, hurry up!" my annoying excuse for an older brother, Noah, called, bringing me out of my sweet, sweet slumber.
"For God's sake Noah, 15 MORE MINUTES!" I screamed back in fury. I swear, ever since he had his license and he was forced by our parents to be my personal driver, he was the most impatient, aggravating, most annoying pain in th-
"Nova! Get your ass down here now! No one is going to care what you look like on the first day of school!" Noah bellowed out as loud as he could. Would it kill him to at least walk up the stairs and politely knock on my door? But of course not, this was Noah West we were talking about.
Care what I look like? I've never cared about what I look like, scratch that- this one time David Smith asked me to chucky cheese when I was 10 and I wore the most ridiculous dress, at the time I thought it was cute, but oh goodness how I was wrong.
The more lost in thought I became, the more I realized I might actually have to get out of bed and go to school. Silly Noah, I wasn't getting ready. I was relishing in the heaven that was my bed. I reluctantly pushed myself off of my bed, and looked in the mirror, solely to make sure I was wearing pants. This one time I was so tired that I actually-
"NOVA!" Noah screamed, losing it, and finally pulling me out of my own head.
"Okay Okay Okay! I'm coming down!" I replied.
Pants? Check. My favorite wolf singlet? Check. My combat boots I wore every day unless I was forced to wear another pair of shoes? Check. I shuffled around my room, which was full of unopened boxes, seeing as how I've been here all of a month and I have yet to unpack; and I stopped at a boxed labeled "Jackets" and grabbed my favorite black jacket. I didn't bother with my hair, letting it fall to its natural waves. As for make-up, I simply didn't have the time. I raced down the stairs and into Noah's lame truck that he was so proud of. Although I did make a pit stop in the kitchen to grab some sausage my mom had made before she went to her job at the hospital.
Noah looked shocked that I was finally in the truck, "About damn time..." he muttered.
"Less talking. More driving." I managed to choke out in between inhaling sausage. I knew I was risking eating in Noah's "baby", but paybacks a bitch when you don't let this kid eat.
"Nova...are you...are you eating in my baby? You know I just got her cleaned and I don't want your crumbs messing with her clean interior." Noah said, rather calmly.
I shrugged it off, mumbling a half-hearted apology. I honestly didn't give two cents about his baby. I was just excited for my own baby. Two months I have to wait until I turn sixteen and I'm finally free. As free as I can get that is. I love my mom and all but she can be a bit over protective. Ever since my dad left she hasn't been the same. My dad and I never got along, so I was almost relieved when he left. I finally got my peace. But I couldn't feel as happy as I would have, my mother was crushed. She even went as far as moving us halfway across the country to Ravenwood, California. She said it was for a 'fresh start', but I know she just wanted another excuse to put in her head as why dad couldn't, rather than wouldn't, come back. And ever since our move she has become insanely overprotective of Noah and me.
Needless to say, we don't talk about our dad. Ever.
I, once again, got lost and my thoughts and hadn't realized Noah waving his hand in front of my nonresponsive face, urging me to snap out of it, and that we were here. I mumbled an apology and he sighed, "You know, you're so spacey Nova. Sometimes I wonder if you're smoking something."
Typical Noah statement right there. Every time I zoned out he would comment about my "drug usage" or that I was a total lunatic, or something else rash. He was so annoying that sometimes I just wanted to rip his blonde hair out of his stupid-
"Nova!" Noah shook me.
"What?" I asked, rather annoyed that I was being jolted like this.
"You're doing it again!" he accused.
"Oh... sorry, I'm just uh, nervous that's all." Okay. That wasn't a total bullshit excuse. I was kind of nervous. New school, new people, and most of all, learning. Ugh. I even hated thinking of it. But before I even continued elaborating in my head, and so infamously spacing out, I got out of the truck, and followed Noah into Ravenwood High.
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Stella Carter once thought that Sebastian Baker could shield her from the wind and rain to keep her safe for the rest of her life. But she didn’t expect that almost all the storms in her life were brought by him. Sebastian had another woman and she was nothing like her. He considered her as the sunshine in his life, bringing him warmth and strength. Yes, Stella was bleak and could not compare to that woman. But, just to live, she had to do her best.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear. One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens. Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated. When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once. A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family." Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly. This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her.
Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman. As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius. When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval."
"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.
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