Late at night, Senior Daxian posted on his Moments: "The Lakers are not the championship team, I'll run naked!" I shamelessly replied in a private message: "Where is the location? I want to watch!" Then, I happily received a little red dot...
Late at night, Senior Daxian posted on his Moments: "The Lakers are not the championship team, I'll run naked!" I shamelessly replied in a private message: "Where is the location? I want to watch!" Then, I happily received a little red dot...
My name is Grace, and just like my name suggests, I'm calm and composed. Of course, some people might disagree, but that's okay. Time will tell, won't it?
Austin, the great senior who I admired for a long time, made a bold statement on social media about the NBA Finals today. He declared that if the Lakers don't win the championship, he would run around naked.
The moment I saw that I was extremely joyful.
Seeing my crush run around naked almost qualifies as a feast for the eyes!
"Count me in to watch!" Thinking about that, I immediately sent him a private message.
Austin quickly replied with a meme that signaled me to shut up with no more replies.
After a while, undeterred, I sent another message, "Don't be so petty."
Unexpectedly, I found out that my message sending failed because he added me to the blacklist.
Oh well, I've been chasing Austin for over a year, but never saw any hope of success, maybe he just doesn't like the kind of girls like me.
Frustrated, I tossed my phone aside and buried myself under the covers, hoping to find solace in sleep.
The next day, with the black eyes thanks for Austin, I met the guy in front of the library door, and he also spotted me.
I didn't greet him obsequiously like I usually do.
Instead, I grunted softly, and rolled my eyes dramatically, then quickly walked past him.
I headed to the second floor and found an empty seat.
To my surprise, Austin followed me up and sat in the empty seat next to me.
This was unusual.
Normally, he wouldn't want to sit with me, claiming I asked too many questions and that it interfered with his study progress.
But thinking back, despite his acerb words, he always patiently explained questions for me before returning to his own homework.
I shook my head, trying to banish thoughts of Austin from my mind. Yet, I couldn't help but recall the embarrassing moment when I first met him.
It was a dark and windy night, and I accidentally fallen asleep in the library till its closing time. Had I woken up any later, I might have being locked all night and experienced a "Night at the Library".
Glad for waking up just in time, I quickly gathered my books, and joined the few crowd leaving the library.
Perhaps because I had slept too much, I felt my brain and feet were not working together well enough. Somehow, I tripped over myself when I was one or two steps from the ground.
And then I instinctively grabbed onto the pants of the guy in front of me for support. It's reasonable for people in critical moments to seek for help.
I thought I could turn it around, but I took a big fall. Instead of saving myself, I ended up on the ground, along with his sweatpants, which I seemed to have pulled down.
Joining me in the embrace were the sweatpants of the guy in front of me.
I guessed I yanked it off.
I looked up to see SpongeBob SquarePants on the boy's boxers grinning at me, and Austin, the pants' owner looking down, was taking a deep breath.
My face turned from white to red. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. Please! Just swallow me now!
I bit my lip, ignoring the pain, and apologized with all the sincerity I could muster, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
And I struggled and tried to get up.
He said, "Could you let go of my pants first? I need to pull up now."
I paused my newly puckered ass, realizing my hand was still clutching his pants.
And I quickly let it go in a panic. In the next moment, he pulled them up.
After a few seconds, he turned around and extended his long, tender fingers to help me up.
I trudged to my feet, sneaking a peek at his demeanor to anticipate if he was about to punch me or kick me.
To my surprise, he was looking at me too. When I looked up, I was deeply impressed by the boy's stunning face, or maybe just because I knew such a few attractive guys in the past.
Austin's handsome face seemed to bloom in my heart since then.
I gulped and tried my best to show my sincerity "I'm really sorry, classmate, I'm really sorry about earlier. How do you think if I treat you to a meal?"
Austin nodded with a cool face and asked softly, "Can you still walk?" I gritted my teeth and insisted, "I can walk! No problem."
Austin gave me a once-over, nodded, and just walked away. He did just walk away alone!
I cursed inwardly, what a clueless guy who didn't know how to care about girls.
I said I can walk, and he just let me alone? Didn't he know women often say one thing and mean another?
If he had offered to help me, maybe our romantic story would have begun.
I have to admit that I'm the average and confident kind of girl, never doubting my unattractive appearance was the issue.
Muttering to myself, I slowly moved forward.
Not long after that, I saw Austin returning to me on the dimly lit path.
He raised an eyebrow at me, blocking my way. Towering over me, Austin lowered his gaze and pulled out his phone, displaying a WhatsApp QR code, "Just scan."
I frowned, thinking he was back to extort me.
I can't believe I'm being charged for merely looking at his pants. What a great loss.
Annoyed but knowing I was the wrong side, I reluctantly took out my phone to transfer to him.
On impulse, I asked, "need I pay more to look in the front?"
Austin paused for two seconds, giving me a look that was hard to read.
Oh my god, I covered my mouth, cursing myself for speaking my thoughts aloud.
I lowered my head guiltily, not daring to meet Austin's gaze again.
This night, I experienced two humiliating things, and even with the same person.
Destroy the Earth! Right now.
Five years into marriage, Hannah caught Vincent slipping into a hotel with his first love-the woman he never forgot. The sight told her everything-he'd married her only for her resemblance to his true love. Hurt, she conned him into signing the divorce papers and, a month later, said, "Vincent, I'm done. May you two stay chained together." Red-eyed, he hugged her. "You came after me first." Her firm soon rocketed toward an IPO. At the launch, Vincent watched her clasp another man's hand. In the fitting room, he cornered her, tears burning in his eyes. "Is he really that perfect? Hannah, I'm sorry... marry me again."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"
After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken."
He saved her. He was her fated mate. Her king and her protector. Until a single ritual shattered everything. Now she's a Lycan queen with no memory of loving him... And all she feels is hatred. Will his obsession bring her back... or destroy them both?
Everyone in town knew Amelia had chased Jaxton for years, even etching his initials on her skin. When malicious rumors swarmed, he merely straightened his cuff links and ordered her to kneel before the woman he truly loved. Seething with realization, she slammed her engagement ring down on his desk and walked away. Not long after, she whispered "I do" to a billionaire, their wedding post crashing every feed. Panic cracked Jaxton. "She's using you to spite me," he spat. The billionaire just smiled. "Being her sword is my honor."
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