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Nothing More Than A Bully

Nothing More Than A Bully

A simple girl, Sofia Black didn't expect to collide with the biggest bully on the very first day of her school. She couldn't realize that her whole life was about to take a different turn. A turn that was both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time. ************* Jack who has been hiding the deepest secrets inside him lost himself just on the first day he saw Sofia. He wanted to make her his but at the same time, he was afraid to make the same mistake again. He was hurting Sofia unintentionally because of the fear that was buried deep inside him and Sofia who was completely new to these situations was feeling helpless and vulnerable. Sofia didn't want to like him but she also couldn't ignore his effect on her. Sofia couldn't disagree that Jack was starting to get the place in her heart which was something a bully definitely shouldn't get. Both of them started falling for each other unknowingly but their own fears were refraining them from expressing their emotions to each other. What will happen when two people from completely different worlds will cross path with each other? Would they be able to overcome the fears and the difficulties and be together or would the circumstances separate them from each other? Join the rollercoaster of their journey and see where fate takes them. [[ Word Count: 100000- 104000]] All rights reserved. Content/ Trigger Warning: This story contains extremely mature contents, foul language and sexual harassment. Read at your own risk.
Pucking Around With My Ex's Rival

Pucking Around With My Ex's Rival

"Tell me this isn't real." Raid Bennett's hand tightened around my waist beneath the stadium lights, his mouth hovering dangerously close to mine while the entire school watched us from the parking lot. "It isn't real," he said quietly. Like he wanted it to be true. Then he kissed me like he wanted Mason Chester to choke on it. Raid Bennett was never supposed to happen. He's Ashford High's notorious hockey captain. A reckless troublemaker with bruised knuckles, underground racing habits, and a talent for making bad decisions look attractive. Everything about him screams disaster. Which is exactly why I chose him. Because two weeks earlier, Mason Chester; football captain, golden boy, and my best friend since childhood, humiliated me in front of half the school after I discovered our entire relationship started because of a bet. Six months. That was the challenge- make the nerdy girl fall in love with him. And stupidly? I did.So after the breakup, I walked straight up to Mason's biggest rival with a deal. I help Raid pass Chemistry so he can stay on the hockey team. He fake dates me long enough to make Mason miserable. Simple. At least... it should have been. But somewhere between late-night tutoring sessions, jealous fights, whispered insults in crowded hallways, and kisses that feel way too real, Raid stops acting like this is pretend at all. The problem is Raid Bennett comes with secrets. Dangerous ones. And the more I fall for him... The more I realize the boy helping me get revenge might be the same one capable of breaking my heart even worse than Mason did.
The Princess and Her Famous Criminals

The Princess and Her Famous Criminals

There was once a girl who was born in the capital. Her name is Luan. The princess of The Seventh Kingdom. Loved by the people in the palace, but she wasn't known by many since the King doesn't wants to expose her daughter until it turned 18. When everything is going according to plan, she was kidnapped. She sneaks into the palace as she wanted to see what's outside. The Capital was so beautiful that she doesn't wants to go home anymore. Then she realized, as soon as she looks on the dark places of the capital, it wasn't a fantasy world at all. It was all about hunger, poverty, happiness, and sadness. As soon as she woke-up, A new story begins to unfold. They said a princess needs a prince in all fairytale. But it turns out she only needs people who will treat her with simple love. Criminals. That's what they are called. What's wrong with gifts that came from a bad deed? It was all because of care. And because of the things she learned from them, she's no longer a princess. But also a criminal. The princess who celebrated her birthday on a garage where they live. A simple debut, yet addictive love that everyone could ever ask for. She couldn't wish for more. Until that day came. The search was finally over. The princess was caught. And everyone who took her away from the palace was slain by the King. As she couldn't believe what her father did, she goes after him and ready to stab her own father. But then, her head was sent. When she woke up, it was a deja vu that she came back on where it all started. Before her 18th Birthday.
Memoirs of Napoleon Bonaparte

Memoirs of Napoleon Bonaparte

The Memoirs of the time of Napoleon may be divided into two classes—those by marshals and officers, of which Suchet's is a good example, chiefly devoted to military movements, and those by persons employed in the administration and in the Court, giving us not only materials for history, but also valuable details of the personal and inner life of the great Emperor and of his immediate surroundings. Of this latter class the Memoirs of Bourrienne are among the most important. Long the intimate and personal friend of Napoleon both at school and from the end of the Italian campaigns in 1797 till 1802—working in the same room with him, using the same purse, the confidant of most of his schemes, and, as his secretary, having the largest part of all the official and private correspondence of the time passed through his hands, Bourrienne occupied an invaluable position for storing and recording materials for history. The Memoirs of his successor, Meneval, are more those of an esteemed private secretary; yet, valuable and interesting as they are, they want the peculiarity of position which marks those of Bourrienne, who was a compound of secretary, minister, and friend. The accounts of such men as Miot de Melito, Raederer, etc., are most valuable, but these writers were not in that close contact with Napoleon enjoyed by Bourrienne. Bourrienne's position was simply unique, and we can only regret that he did not occupy it till the end of the Empire. Thus it is natural that his Memoirs should have been largely used by historians, and to properly understand the history of the time, they must be read by all students. They are indeed full of interest for every one. But they also require to be read with great caution. When we meet with praise of Napoleon, we may generally believe it, for, as Thiers (Consulat., ii. 279) says, Bourrienne need be little suspected on this side, for although he owed everything to Napoleon, he has not seemed to remember it. But very often in passages in which blame is thrown on Napoleon, Bourrienne speaks, partly with much of the natural bitterness of a former and discarded friend, and partly with the curious mixed feeling which even the brothers of Napoleon display in their Memoirs, pride in the wonderful abilities evinced by the man with whom he was allied, and jealousy at the way in which he was outshone by the man he had in youth regarded as inferior to himself. Sometimes also we may even suspect the praise. Thus when Bourrienne defends Napoleon for giving, as he alleges, poison to the sick at Jaffa, a doubt arises whether his object was to really defend what to most Englishmen of this day, with remembrances of the deeds and resolutions of the Indian Mutiny, will seem an act to be pardoned, if not approved; or whether he was more anxious to fix the committal of the act on Napoleon at a time when public opinion loudly blamed it. The same may be said of his defence of the massacre of the prisoners of Jaffa.
Unloved Daughter, Unbreakable Spirit

Unloved Daughter, Unbreakable Spirit

After three years away, the day finally came: my parents and little sister were coming home. My heart pounded with a desperate hope, imagining the hugs and loving welcomes I' d missed. But when they arrived, their eyes went straight to my doll-like sister, Brittany, leaving me, Chloe, standing invisible in the doorway. "You' ve gotten so… big," my mother, Sarah, stated flatly, her gaze making my simple clothes feel cheap and ugly. Brittany' s innocent-sounding jab, "Mommy, she looks like a country girl," was met with my dad' s chuckle and my mom' s tired smile, twisting a knife in my chest. What followed was a slow, agonizing realization: I wasn' t a daughter, but a utility. My hands bled from endless chores, yet my mother dismissed it as "attention-seeking." I overheard my father declare my future: stuck in our small town, running the family store, "good enough for her." Then came the slap-a public humiliation, a burning sting on my face for a spilled candy jar worth mere cents. Their casual cruelty overshadowed any physical pain, confirming I was nothing more than a nuisance. My grandmother, the only warmth in my world, held me as I sobbed. "Some people are just not meant to be in your heart," she whispered, her words a bitter truth. I tried again, making my mother a birthday cake with my own saved money, only for her to call it "ugly" and knock it to the floor, shattering it-and my last vestiges of hope. The final blow came when my mother accused me of theft, hitting me so hard my head throbbed, while my father stood by. Then Brittany ran in, crying over a scraped knee, and their immediate, doting concern made it sickeningly clear: her minor discomfort outweighed my brutal reality. Why was their love so conditional, so utterly, devastatingly absent for me? Why did their concern instantly shift to a superficial scrape while my pain was invisible, dismissed, or even caused by them? How could a family be so blind, so callous, to its own child? The answer solidified with chilling clarity: I was done trying to earn a love they would never give. That night, I started tearing up every academic achievement, every proof of my efforts, a quiet declaration of war: I would not be their victim.