Rhyz, a 17 year old girl, was going to start studying in a new school in a new city because of her parents job. Jace, an 18 year old boy, the quiet and nerdy but considered as a hearthrob of the school will notice her. Will Rhyz have her last year of highschool memorable or will it end up as a memory to forget?
It was the first day of school. Rhyz timidly enter the school grounds looking around on where to go. She stares at her schedule searching for her classroom. Finally, she arrived at her soon to be classroom. She stares at the door when suddenly someone approach the door.
"Aren't you coming in?"
Rhyz looked up and saw a tall, hadsome guy with glasses on.
"Ohh, yeah. " Rhyz replied and followed the guy who just went inside the classroom.
The class suddenly became quiet and stare at them as they both enter the classroom.
"Who is that girl?"
"Why is she with Jace?"
"Is that a newbie?
The questions started soon as the door was close. Rhyz looked around on where she could sit down and found an empty seat in the back. She shyly walked towards the empty seat and sat down quietly.
Soon the teacher arrives and saw Rhyz.
"It seems like we got a new student here, can you please come here in the front to introduce yourself." the teacher said to Rhyz.
Rhyz timidly stand up and walk in the front of the class.
"Hi, I'm Rhyz Gomez. Seventeen. Nice to meet you." Rhyz was looking down all the time while she was speaking. Her face flushed red from shyness.
Jace was staring at her she speaks and many of their classmates notice that.
"Okay, Miss Gomez here is a little bit shy. I hope all of you can be good to her. You may take your seat now." The teacher said and Rhyz immediately went back to her seat.
The class starts and ended soon. Rhyz remained seated while everyone was starting to walk out to go to the canteen. Jace walk towards her.
"Hey, let's go." Jace told her
"Uhm. Me?" Rhyz asked pointing at herself
"Yeah, By the way, I'm Jace." Jace offered his hand to Rhyz.
"Oh, I'm Rhyz." Rhyz take his hand then smile showing her dimples.
"Le-Lets go?" Jace said taken aback at her cuteness.
"Thank you." Rhyz stood up and the both walk outside the classroom to go to the canteen.
As they were walking outside the students were looking at them, murmuring. They soon arrive at the canteen. They both stand in line.
"What would you like to eat?" Jace asked Rhyz. He was surprised to see her staring back at her.
She smile again showing her dimples.
"Uhm, a sandwich is all good. How much is it?" Rhyz asked Jace.
"Dont worry about it." Jace replied then turn around to order their food.
"But---" Rhyz was about to protest.
"No buts." Jace cut her off then smile at her.
Rhyz blush so she immediately look down to hide it.
"Hey, Let's sit there." Jace said as he walked towards the seats.
Rhyz followed with her head still looking down so she bumped on Jace's back.
"Aww!" Jace reacts as he felt the impact of Rhyz's head on his back.
"So-Sorry.." Rhyz said as she touch Jace's back then starts stroking it as if it will make the pain go away.
"Its fine. Are you okay?" Jace asked trying not to
smile when he saw how red Rhyz cheeks is.
"Yeah..wh-why?" Rhyz ask confused
"Yo-Your face..haha hahaha!" Jace can't help it so he starts laughing
"What? What's with my face?" Rhyz starts wiping her face with a tissue.
"Stop that, you're making it more red than it was..haha haha!" Jace said trying to stifle his laughter.
"Jace!!!" Rhyz said pouting her lips.
"Okay okay, i'll stop. Let's eat?" Jace give her the sandwich and a bottle of juice.
"Thank you. Uhm Jace?" Rhyz said while looking at Jace who is busy munching his own sandwich and drinking juice.
"Yeah?" Jace asked. His mouth full of food.
"Why did you ask me to come with you here? You dont know me that much yet." Rhyz asked
"I want to be your friend." Jace said without any doubts. "And maybe more than that" Jace whispers.
"Huh? Uhm, ofcourse we can be friends. Thank you. I really dont know what to do. We were new in this city so I really dont know anyone." Rhyz replied slightly confused for not hearing what you said clearly.
"I can tell you anything you need to know about this city. Dont hesitate to ask me okay?" Jace said as he stared at Rhyz
"Thank you so much really." Rhyz said smiling
"I forgot, what's your number?" Jace asked
"Oh yes, here" Rhyz showed her phone to Jace
They exchanged numbers and then finished their food. As they walk back to the classroom they heard someone calling Jace.
"Jace!!!! Jace!!!! Wait up!!
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."