A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * "Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?" Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.
Sixteen.
Sixteen is this damn weird age-you're not a kid anymore, but being an adult feels like putting on a suit three sizes too big. It's that awkward stage where you're still getting the hang of it, stumbling around, pretending to have shit figured out when, really, you're as clueless as ever.
Friendships get messier, crushes get more complicated, and everything feels like it's got hidden layers. Suddenly, nothing's innocent anymore.
Take the cafeteria at Halloway High, where Shawn Jones, king of the shallow end of the gene pool, is strutting around like he owns the place. He's got this cocky smirk plastered on his face, basking in all the attention he's raking in.
Today, he's bragging about his latest "accomplishment"-some sleazy, fucked-up story about sleeping with a teacher.
The second he starts talking, the whole place erupts with laughter, like it's some twisted badge of honor. And everyone's feeding into it, grinning and high-fiving like it's the coolest thing in the world.
And me? I'm just sitting there, my stomach flipping. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Since when did this become something to cheer for?
When did sleeping with someone who's supposed to be in charge of you, who's supposed to have a line they don't cross, become something people admired?
But all that cafeteria bullshit is a distant memory as I charge toward the basketball court, practically strangling my phone in my fist.
The morning sun's too damn bright, hitting my face like it's personally out to blind me. I scan the court, looking for her - Millie, smack in the middle of a game, her brown hair a wild mess and her face locked in that intense, "I'm-going-to-win-this-shit" look. She's about to make a shot when I yell out.
"Millie!"
She stops, ball still in hand, and squints in my direction, looking confused as hell. "What?" she yells back, like I just interrupted the most important play of her life.
"We need to talk!" I snap.
Five minutes later, we're in the changing room, and she's watching me with that irritatingly smug, raised-brow look.
She leans against the lockers like she didn't just drop a bomb into my morning.
"What's up, dimples?" she asks, smirking like she's got all the time in the world.
I shove my phone in her face, every ounce of chill gone. "What the actual fuck is this?" I say, my voice hard and pissed.
Her eyes dart to the screen, the cockiness on her face replaced by a flicker of surprise, and for a second, I think she might actually look sorry.
But no. Instead, she lets out this laugh - a full-on, head-thrown-back laugh, like this is the funniest damn thing she's seen all week. "Oh my God," she snorts, her eyes twinkling. "He actually replied?"
"Millie, what did you do?" I say, crossing my arms, the frustration boiling over. I swear, she just lives to mess with me.
She shrugs, like she's innocent or something. "Relax, I just borrowed your phone, shot him a text, and hit send. You're welcome."
"You texted him!" I choke out, feeling the urge to throw my phone across the room.
But honestly, the real nightmare here is what she texted him.
I throw her an incredulous look, barely able to believe what I'm seeing on my own screen. "I can't believe you actually sent him that." My voice is barely more than a growl, but Millie just grins wider, totally unbothered, which only makes me angrier.
"Oh, come on, Gracie," she says, rolling her eyes like I'm the one being ridiculous. "It's not that serious! Plus, now you know what a desperate, thirsty leech this guy is." She smirks, her tone so breezy.
I snatch my phone back from her and scroll through the texts. Every single word he replied with is burned into my brain now, courtesy of Millie.
Leaning in way too close, she starts reciting his last message right in my ear.
"'Sure! I'm a bit taken aback, babe. Didn't know you were into that, but I'm glad. Can I video call you tonight? I so want to show you my cock, and I'm sure you'll love it. Xoxo,'" she quotes, stifling another burst of laughter.
I shove her away, face twisted in disgust. "Ugh, Millie, shut up! His texts are so nasty, it's like... does he even hear himself?"
She just laughs harder, unbothered as ever. But I can feel my face heat up, that mix of embarrassment and rage bubbling over. "Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to text him, 'Hey, hottie, I'm horny. Can you help me?' Millie, I'm mortified!" I throw my head back, groaning at the ceiling, and she just shrugs.
"Gracie, stop freaking out. It's just for fun," she says, still chuckling. "Besides, now you know he's a total perv."
I smack her arm and drop down on the bench beside her, my mind still spinning. I glance down at my phone again, scrolling through the texts that I have with Finn.
I mutter, more to myself than her, "I actually thought Finn was... I don't know, like, a decent guy? I mean, he seemed chill." My cheeks still burn, the reality of Finn's gross response making my skin crawl.
"Guess I was wrong," I add quietly, feeling Millie's gaze on me as she finally softens a little.
"Yeah, but better to find out now," she says, patting my shoulder. And just like that, she's laughing again.
I can't help it-I burst out laughing too. The way Millie's cackling is infectious, her whole face lit up like she just won the lottery. I shake my head and tell her, "You're such a red guard for me, you know?"
She pauses, trying to catch her breath, brows scrunched in confusion. "Wait, what the hell is a red guard?"
Still laughing, I explain, "Every time I get close to making a boyfriend, there you are, ready to blow it all to hell." And it's true. She's like my personal disaster squad, always lurking with some ridiculous plan to ruin any guy I might have a chance with.
"Remember Harry?" I ask, and she starts grinning, knowing exactly where I'm going. Last month, Harry from my algebra class asked me out on a movie date. We'd been vibing pretty well for a couple of months, so I thought, why not?
But of course, Millie couldn't let that slide. Nope. She shows up in the theater, dragging along some random dude I didn't even know. Turns out, that random dude was Harry's secret crush. And apparently, that guy was also into Harry.
By the end of the night, they're making out in the back row, and I'm going home with Millie, who's doubled over, laughing her ass off like she just pulled off the world's best prank.
She pinches my cheeks then, and her expression softens as she looks right into my eyes. "I'll do anything to make sure you don't get hurt," she says, voice unexpectedly serious. "None of these guys deserve you."
I roll my eyes, but my heart squeezes a little. That's Millie for you-chaos wrapped in a protective shield.
She ruffles her sweaty hair back, all nonchalant, like she didn't just drop a mini emotional bomb on me.
"Oh yeah?" I say, smirking, "So, according to you, no one in the world deserves me because I'm too special?"
She shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Damn right. You should just be with me."
I nudge her shoulder, laughing. "Shut up, idiot." I pull her into a hug, holding her tight. For all her pranks and sabotage, she's my best friend, my partner in crime. I'd pick her over any guy, any day.
She smirks, pulling back just enough to say, "So... I'm your rebound, huh?"
I raise a brow, giving her a playful nudge. "You want that tag?"
She pretends to think it over, biting her lip, eyes twinkling with that same troublemaker spark. Then, turning to me with a grin, she says, "I'll tell you over text... or maybe I'll keep you waiting for a video call tonight."
She laughs again, full of mischief, and I can't help but roll my eyes.
"God, you love messing with me," I say, exasperated but grinning like an idiot.
Then, she leans closer, her laughter fading just a little, her face now inches from mine. "I love you," she says, soft but sure, the words hanging in the air, almost catching me off guard.
"My hatred is as strong as my love." When Liam- her best friend was admitted to the hospital, Lilliana was devastated. She refused to believe that Liam committed suicide. When Liam shut himself from the world, she went to the school to find the answers. But that didn't helped her in anything. And she knew that it was Liam who could tell her about the truth. So when she knew about the truth, she decided to give justice to Liam and teach a lesson to those who were responsible for Liam's condition. However, Lilliana wasn't expecting to meet a blue-eyed guy and get entangle with him. He was everything that she despised. Rowan Rogerson was the bad boy and the heartthrob of Crescent Heights. The more she tried to distance herself from him, the more he tried to pull her closer to him. Lilliana was slowly opening up to him when a shocking truth changed everything. What if Rowan was involved in Liam's case? What if he was the one to hurt Liam?
Amora (Athena) Followhill, the fierce and enigmatic leader of Arcillia’s most powerful mafia clan, has always stood apart. As the first female head in a world dominated by men, she is everything the women in her country are not—bold, fiery, intimidating, and unyieldingly brave. But beneath her tough exterior lies a secret, a craving for the forbidden, and a penchant for the wild and kinky. Her number one priority is finding Cario Santiago, the man who betrayed her and ruthlessly killed her grandfather. She has vowed to hunt him down and make him pay with his life. Nothing will stop her from fulfilling this promise. Amora's world takes an unexpected turn when she meets Vincent, a man whose devastating looks and magnetic charm make women lose their minds. For Amora, a night with a stranger is nothing new, just another fleeting thrill. But Vincent is different. He wants more than just a night. When she reveals her true identity, expecting him to back off in fear, Vincent only becomes more determined. He is relentless, his pursuit unwavering, and he makes it clear he will stop at nothing to win her heart. Amora is used to being the one in control, but Vincent’s persistence shakes her to the core. As time goes on, Amora finds herself slowly falling for him, an emotion beyond her control. However, what will happen when she discovers that the man to whom she has given her heart holds a secret that could destroy her world? In a game where surrender is not an option, the stakes have never been higher.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
I'm a Luna. After three years of marriage to Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood, I'm finally pregnant with his pup. But he's unclaimed me for his first love. I'm leaving the pack with this secret, praying he never finds out. Nathaniel Blackwood is a handsome, powerful Alpha. In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, he has it all: a billion-dollar empire, untold power, a massive pack, and, most importantly, the perfect Luna. But the return of his first love shattered our marriage. When he finds out the secret I've been hiding, will he regret rejecting me? Will I ever be able to forgive him? Dive into this gripping serialized novel to find out more-Enjoy the ride!
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
"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?
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!