At the age of twenty-five, I dedicated most of my time to studying and working diligently. I have never played games, never drank alcohol, and have rarely done anything wild that belongs to youth.
At the age of twenty-five, I dedicated most of my time to studying and working diligently. I have never played games, never drank alcohol, and have rarely done anything wild that belongs to youth.
Alfred Jackson suddenly turned around, pinning me against the wall with a serious expression. "Jayne, I'm really going to do something serious now!"
In the dim light, with the faint sounds of commotion around us, the alcohol buzzed in my head. Looking at his vibrant, handsome face, I instinctively leaned in and kissed him.
"What are you doing, Jayne?"
I accidentally hiccupped, holding back the urge to throw up, and laughed, "Weren't you going to get serious? I'm just helping you out..."
"Jayne, I meant I want to focus on my studies again and retake my exams to get into college."
I couldn't hold it back and ended up vomiting on him...
Well, that's the consequence of teasing me...
The next morning, I woke up to find myself lying next to him. As I quickly sat up, he pulled me back down. "What, Jayne, you don't want to take responsibility?"
That day, I was shopping at the mall when I saw a message from my editor saying my writing style was outdated and didn't appeal to young readers. It was so true! I felt that not only was my writing style old, but I was too. This kind of oldness wasn't about age, it was about mindset and experience.
For the past 25 years, I had dedicated most of my time to studying and a proper job. I had never played video games, never drank alcohol, and hadn't done many of the crazy things young people did.
Outside the mall, a group of teenagers were doing tricks on skateboards, spinning, jumping, and flying through the air. It was quite impressive. I was so engrossed in watching them that I forgot to step aside, and one of the boys almost bumped into me, startling me into a shout, feeling a bit embarrassed.
The boy politely apologized, saying he forgot to avoid me, which made me feel even more embarrassed. In my fluster, I didn't even get a good look at him, but his youthful energy left a lasting impression on me, inexplicably stirring something inside me...
Suddenly, I understood what my editor meant by saying "appeal to young readers". So, I quickly headed to the roadside to catch a cab, planning to go home and revise my writing.
Just as I was about to get out of the cab, I realized with dismay that I had lost my phone and hadn't brought any cash. "Sir, I'll leave the clothes I bought with you and go home to get the money."
"Hurry up, hurry up..." The driver looked impatient.
At that moment, someone handed twenty dollars through the window. "No need for change."
"Thank you... Do you live in this neighborhood too?" I got out of the car and saw a young, handsome boy in front of me, guessing it was the one who almost bumped into me earlier, as I could still sense that familiar but indescribable aura.
"Looks like you owe me more than just the cab fare, Jayne."
Then something was placed in my hand. I looked down to see it was my phone.
"Earlier, the more I called at you the faster you walked, are you too good looking to be insecure?"
I could tell he was teasing, so I didn't respond.
Before I could say anything, he flashed his WhatsApp QR code, showing his nickname, and it read, "Wanna Try Something Fresh."
I blurted out, "Are you a foodie?"
He smiled mischievously, "I like beautiful women."
I felt his smile was a bit cheeky, and his words seemed suggestive. It must be my imagination running wild again, maybe this was my professional inertia...
"It's too hot to chase you so hard, so please buy me a drink." Before I could agree, he headed straight to the cafe at the community entrance.
Since he came over to return my phone, it was only fair. But his words sounded odd.
He took a sip of his Americano, looking disgusted. "What do you women drink all day?"
I found it amusing. "Didn't you order it yourself?"
"I've never had it before, just ordered randomly!"
So I got up and ordered a lemon juice for him.
He still looked displeased. "Too sweet..."
Then, I simply asked the owner for a cup of plain water and handed it to him. This time, he was finally satisfied.
I couldn't help but laugh. "If you don't like sweet things, why come to a beverage shop?"
"Didn't I tell you my preference?"
So he was coming to a cafe to see pretty girls? Alright, it seemed I was really out of touch with young people...
Then I inadvertently noticed on WhatsApp he had saved my nickname "Smiling All the Time" as "Flirty Smiling Lady," and I almost burst out laughing, "You wrote it wrong!"
"It's just a nickname, why so serious!" At that moment, his phone rang. He answered it, and the voice on the other end was loud. "You are really dating her! She's pretty, but don't you think she is so old..."
He quickly hung up without a hint of embarrassment, stood up to leave, and turned back at the door to say, "If you're into skateboarding, Jayne, you can come to the city center to watch the competition at 8 PM on Saturday."
Before I could respond, he had already disappeared from my sight.
Little did I know, this chance encounter would change the course of our lives...
Noelle was the long-lost daughter everyone had been searched for, yet the family brushed her off and fawned over her stand-in. Tired of scorn, she walked away and married a man whose influence could shake the country. Dance phenom, street-race champ, virtuoso composer, master restorer-each secret triumph hit the headlines, and her family's smug smiles cracked. Father charged back from abroad, mother wept for a hug, and five brothers knelt in the rain begging. Beneath the jeweled night sky, her husband pulled her close, his voice a velvet promise. "They're not worth it. Come on, let's just go home."
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
For ten years, I secretly loved my guardian, Ethan Hayes. After my family fell apart, he took me in and raised me. He was my entire world. On my eighteenth birthday, I gathered all my courage to confess my love to him. But his reaction was a fury I had never seen before. He swept my birthday cake to the floor and roared, "Are you insane? I am your GUARDIAN!" He then mercilessly tore the painting I had spent a year on-my confession-to shreds. Just days later, he brought home his fiancée, Chloe. The man who had promised to wait for me to grow up, who called me his brightest star, had vanished. My decade of desperate, burning love had only managed to burn myself. The person who was supposed to protect me had become the one who hurt me the most. I looked down at the NYU acceptance letter in my hand. I had to leave. I had to pull him out of my heart, no matter how much it hurt. I picked up the phone and dialed my father's number. "Dad," I said, my voice hoarse, "I've decided. I want to come be with you in New York."
My husband was in the shower, the sound of water a familiar rhythm to our mornings. I was just placing a cup of coffee on his desk, a small ritual in our five years of what I thought was a perfect marriage. Then, an email notification flashed on his laptop: "You're invited to the Christening of Leo Thomas." Our last name. The sender: Hayden Cleveland, a social media influencer. An icy dread settled in. It was an invitation for his son, a son I didn't know existed. I went to the church, hidden in the shadows, and saw him holding a baby, a little boy with his dark hair and eyes. Hayden Cleveland, the mother, leaned on his shoulder, a picture of domestic bliss. They looked like a family. A perfect, happy family. My world crumbled. I remembered him refusing to have a baby with me, citing work pressure. All his business trips, the late nights-were they spent with them? The lie was so easy for him. How could I have been so blind? I called the Zurich Architectural Fellowship, a prestigious program I had deferred for him. "I' d like to accept the fellowship," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I can leave immediately."
A twist of fate bound Allison to Derek in marriage-she, a powerful heiress with countless hidden identities; he, the city's most admired man, now lying silent in a coma. For three years, Allison used her unmatched medical skills to heal him, all while quietly falling in love. But when Derek's long-lost love returned from abroad, he handed Allison divorce papers without a second thought. Resolved to stop chasing shadows, Allison signed the papers and turned her back on love-rising to fame as a dazzling force in business, medicine, and more. Only when she stood high above the world did Derek finally see her worth. He knelt before her, eyes brimming with regret. "Will you take me back?" he whispered.
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