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Invisible To Her Bully
Dea B Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible.
Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully.
During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin.
As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah.
Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies?
Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside. My Daddy and Uncles
Flying Soul đŠ âAlina, you will get late for school againâ I heard Dad banging on my door.
âLast 10 minâ I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us?
âAlinaâŠâ I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit.
âI am taking a bathâ I yelled.
âCome fast, your breakfast is ready,â Dad said before leaving.
âGood morningâ Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me.
âGood morningâ I whispered on his lips.
âWhen did you bring me here,â I asked.
âYou were sleeping,â He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom.
âThis hide and seek is terribleâ I sighed.
âBut it's funâ He chuckled.
Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense.. When Best Friends Become Monsters
Blair Dippel I was cramming formulas for the National Innovators Scholarship exam, our ticket to Caltech' s engineering program.
Ethan Hayes, my best friend since kindergarten, and I had dreamed of this for years. We were supposed to be a team.
But Ethan wasn't here. He was with Jessi Vance, the new, rebellious girl. I overheard her chilling plan: she wasn't just distracting him; she was sabotaging him, plotting to get him wasted so he'd fail the exam.
Naive, I interfered, dragging him back to the exam. He got into Caltech, but Jessi soon died in a drunk driving accident. He twisted it, blaming me. His revenge was meticulous: a framed sexual assault, wiping out my future. The public humiliation, amplified by his powerful family, drove my parents to despair. Their car went off the Blackwood Bridge, a tragic 'accident' .
My heart, already fragile, couldn't bear his venomous words. He visited me in my cold cell, holding a newspaper headline of my parents' 'tragic accident.' "This is what you get for ruining my life," he hissed. "You and your family paid for Jessi." The pain, the injustice, consumed me. Then, darkness.
My eyes snapped open. I was in my own room, my own bed. The clock read 7 PM, the eve of the exam. I was back. This time, Ethan Hayes could make his own damn choices. I' d protect myself. And above all, my family. When Family Turns To Cruelty
Mo Yufei The last thing I remember was the gnawing hunger, locked in the shed by my parents who believed my adopted sister' s outrageous lie.
"I'm a time-traveler!" Britney had shrieked, claiming I'd ruined our family in a past life and killed them.
My own parents, without a single question, bought her story, seeing her as a savior and me, their biological child, as a monster.
They bound me, broke my limbs, and left me for dead in our dark, dank basement, all to ensure Britney got everything I had worked for.
How could they be so blind, so cruel, so willing to believe a fantasy over their own daughter?
Then, I opened my eyes to sunlight, my body whole, only to hear Britney' s cheerful voice from downstairs, alive, on the very day she claimed to be a time-traveler. The Price of Unrequited Love
Shearwater Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley.
Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him.
That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!"
He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law."
Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart. His Bet, Her Ruin, Their Reckoning
Ellene Millstein The icy water stole my breath, a final, burning cold consuming me as I sank into the dark lake.
The last thing I saw was my Harvard acceptance letter, a cruel joke on the grass.
Yesterday, that letter was everything, the key to saving my brother, Liam.
But that was before Noah Vance, the school bully, destroyed my life.
It began with his chilling "mind-reading" trick.
He cornered me before the exams, his smirk unwavering as he revealed things only I knew, like Liam' s urgent need for a bone marrow transplant and our family' s crushing medical debt.
He proposed a bet: if he got into an Ivy League, I' d be his personal assistant for three months.
If not, he' d pay for Liam' s surgery.
Desperate, I agreed.
I aced my exams, and the call from Harvard brought a wave of relief.
Then I saw the public scoreboard: my perfect score, and right below it, Noah Vance, with the exact same perfect score.
It was impossible.
He and his friends dragged me into the shadows.
"Looks like I won," he sneered, his face inches from mine.
There was no money for Liam; only the bet.
They held me down.
They broke me.
Not just my spirit, but my body.
The next days were a blur of pain and shame.
I couldn' t tell anyone.
Then the hospital called: Liam had a complication, an infection.
Without funds, they couldn' t operate.
He died two days later, and with him, a piece of me.
I walked to the lake, the Harvard letter in hand, feeling nothing but a profound emptiness.
How did Noah Vance, a slacker, get a perfect score?
The water closed over my head.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was in my bed, the sunlight streaming in.
My best friend' s text buzzed on my phone: "You ready for the last day of hell before exams?"
I was back.
Back to the day before the bet, before everything.
A cold smile spread across my face.
This time, Noah Vance would not succeed. The Hockey Star Regret
Aya Starr Coleen Maine hated Hayden Michaels with her entire heart. After high school graduation, she thought she had escaped the hell that being a classmate to Hayden was. Being his academic rival was enough to put her, Coleen, at the top of his shit list. To make matters worse, he's the hot, popular jock with a full-ride scholarship he doesn't need, because he has all the money that she doesn't.
When Coleen finds herself in close contact with Hayden again out of no free will of her own, she expects things to be the same. But somehow, somewhere between summer and starting their first year at college, something changed.
Now, Coleen isn't sure Hayden hates her anymore. Between her new job, college, and her friendships, she finds herself wondering what lies behind Hayden's deep gaze towards her. From Puppet Daughter to Powerhouse
Bone Possolo My freshman year at Green Mountain College was supposed to be about freedom.
But my mom, Susan, had other plans for her only daughter.
She turned my dorm room into a high-tech prison, monitoring every single video call, scrutinizing my bank account, and even tracking my social media DMs "for my safety."
It wasn't safety; it was relentless, suffocating surveillance, a gilded cage I desperately wanted to escape.
Then came the ultimate college freshman nightmare: my debit card (tied to Mom' s account, of course) got declined at the crowded campus coffee shop.
Total humiliation.
A kind senior, Liam, stepped in and paid for my coffee and bagel; a simple, unexpected act of grace.
But that small kindness triggered a reaction I never anticipated.
Hours later, Liam messaged me, sending a screenshot that made my blood run cold.
My mother had instantly found his Venmo payment, tracked him on Instagram, and sent him a chilling message, warning him off her "vulnerable" daughter.
Liam, understandably, blocked me instantly, dissolving my only new connection.
Mom's video call that night wasn't an interrogation; it was an execution, dredging up every past friendship she' d ever destroyed, every connection she' d severed.
She wasn't just protective; she was ensuring I was utterly, completely hers.
The shame of that night quickly curdled into a burning, unyielding rage.
She wasn't trying to keep me safe; she was systematically isolating me, controlling my finances, my friendships, my entire existence.
I finally saw the pattern with terrifying clarity, a sinister obsession veiled as maternal love, one that perhaps even connected to my father' s "factory accident" years ago.
The thought that she might have secretly engineered my entire life filled me with a chilling dread.
I wasn't just terrified anymore.
I was done running.
If she wanted to monitor my life, I decided to give her something truly alarming to find.
I created Ryder Stone, the brooding musician, everything she' d despise.
It was time to stop being her puppet.
It was time to turn her own controlling surveillance into my weapon, inviting her into a trap she wouldn' t see coming.