At the moment I received the notice of admission for the self-recommended enrollment, I made a decision. I want to say goodbye to the person I've liked for three years. It's been three years, and I can't count how many times I've told him I like him, nor can I count how many times he rejected me. This time, I want to completely cut ties with him and put my past self to rest.
When I got my independent admissions letter, I decided it was time to say goodbye to the person I had been crushing on for three years.
Over three years, I couldn't count how many times I had confessed my feelings, nor how many times he had turned me down.
This time, I was determined to cut him off completely and leave my past behind.
"Alec Carter, I've decided not to like you anymore," standing on the small staircase at school, I said and smiled as I looked at the boy in front of me.
Alec was dressed in his school uniform, a white shirt faded from washing and black trousers with frayed edges, but none of this could dim his inherent brilliance.
His face was perpetually cold, but his eyes were captivating, like mesmerizing whirlpools that could trap anyone in their depths.
Alec probably didn't expect me to say anything other than "I like you," and his expression froze slightly.
Slowly, he slipped his hands into his pockets and turned his gaze away, asking, "Have you thought it through?" His voice was still deep, but it seemed slightly strained.
"Yes," I nodded firmly.
At that moment, I felt a sudden sense of relief, not sadness, but a feeling of being reborn, ready to embrace a new life.
Hearing my response, Alec turned to face me, and for the first time, I saw myself reflected in his beautiful eyes.
He smiled.
I didn't know what his smile meant. Was he feeling regret over losing a pursuer, or was he glad to finally be free of me?
Just as I was about to turn and leave, he suddenly grabbed my hand.
"Lillian Wells, wait a moment," he called my name, and the heat of his palm seeped through my skin.
I was startled, looking at him nervously, then at his hand.
What did this mean? Now that I didn't like him, he wanted me to stay? Too bad, it was too late.
For three years, I made excuses to take the bus home just to stay close to him, since the station was near where he lived.
To get his attention, I tirelessly practiced basketball, which was his favorite sport, hoping we could stand on the court together one day.
As a result, I won the women's three-point contest at the school sports meet, and even the PE teacher said I had an amazing arm strength, as most girls couldn't even hit the rim.
Many girls in the class liked him too, but only I knew how many grievances I had endured. To maintain my sense of presence, I bonded with the boys in the class and became the leader of the group, even though I was just a gentle girl, I endured all the hardships because I liked Alec.
But now I had figured it out. With graduation on the horizon, there was nothing worth holding onto. I didn't need to be stuck on one person when the whole world was out there.
Just as I was about to mock him a little to vent my frustration, Alec suddenly released my hand.
"The notebook I lent you last time, don't forget to return it," with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me feeling lost and in disarray on the small staircase.
I had planned to dump him hard, but why did it feel like I was the one who got dumped?
The person I liked for three years cared more about a notebook than me! I was truly foolish.
The day before university started, I went to the hair salon.
Looking at my long hair, I steeled myself and cut it short.
My mom asked why I cut it, and I said it was for convenience during our school training program. But I knew it was to formally say goodbye to my past self.
I was ready for university life. Beautiful romance, here I was.
What I didn't expect was to find romance on the first day.
I noticed a boy who bore an uncanny resemblance to Alec, with the same short hair and aloof expression.
During a break, I secretly took a photo of him and even posted it on my social media, saying, "Found a handsome guy, so cool. Day one of crushing on him."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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."
After a painful breakup with her boyfriend of two years who coldly told her to her face that he couldn't keep dating her because she was too uptight--In a moment of anger and defiance, Anna decided to throw caution to the wind for one reckless night. She headed to the wildest club in Texas, determined to lose herself in the chaos. But fate had other plans. To her shock, she ran into her ex-boyfriend at the club. Desperate to save face, she made a split-second decision and approached a stranger, pretending he was her new boyfriend. What she never anticipated was the magnetic pull she would feel towards him or the fact that she'd end up going home with this mystery man. Soon enough, the real surprise hit her--this stranger wasn't just anyone; he was her new boss. What begins as a night of rebellion spirals into a whirlwind of forbidden attraction, societal pressure and hidden affairs. And now there are so many things at stake. Find out how this story unfolds.