THE GOLDEN BOY'S TARGET
Ellie is a shy, lanky teenager, thrust into a world she doesn't belong in; a place whose students are worth more than their weight in gold. So Ellie 's plan is simple; keep her head down and focus on her studies. Be invisible.
But her plan shatters the moment she spills grape juice on Carter; the school’s golden boy, untouchable because of the power his family name possesses.
Ellie 's life implodes. What begins as an accident quickly spirals into a literal nightmare. Carter makes Ellie his target, and the torment rapidly escalates until one evening they reach a humiliating agreement.
Over time, lines blur adding a delicious layer of confusion to their twisted dynamic, one that neither of them care for.
But just when she thinks he can't take it anymore, salvation comes from an unlikely source; her favorite teacher, one he has secretly admired.
As this forbidden relationship blooms and Carter is fended off, Ellie can take a deep breath again. Everything is finally ok.
Until it isn't.
The ultimate betrayal leaves Ellie shattered, sitting amidst the broken pieces of her recently found happiness. She becomes a shell of her former self, shutting out everyone trying to reach her, which shockingly includes Carter.
Why? Why is he suddenly desperate to get in touch with Ellie ? And will he succeed? Or will it not matter anyway because she's too far gone?
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Chapter: GOSSIP AND ISOLATIONEllie’s POVIt started small like everything awful doesa whisper in the hallwaya laugh that lasted half a second too longsomeone pretending not to look while absolutely lookingBy second period it had mutatedby lunch it had grown teethApparently Carter and I had a moment in the libraryor so the universe decideda rumor that somehow turned into three versions before the day was even half overIn one version he kissed meIn another I kissed himand the third—my personal favorite—involved a love confession written on the back of my notebook which he supposedly read aloud in dramatic fashionOscar-worthy nonsenseBy the time I reached my locker, I could feel it—the air heavier than usual, like gossip had actual weightA pair of girls leaned near the drinking fountainnot even trying to be discreet“She literally fell on him,” one said,and the other giggled,“Sure, accidentally.”I slammed my locker harder than necessaryBooks rattled. So did my patience.---I told myself to ignore
Last Updated: 2025-11-07
Chapter: ACCIDENTAL INTIMACYEllie’s POVThe universe has a terrible sense of humorbecause the one day I actually consider skipping classMrs. Kent decides to announce a group projectAnd not just any group project—a graded onea long oneworth half the semester’s sanity“Pairs will be assigned,” she says with the kind of joy people usually reserve for revengeand that’s when I know I’m doomedThe room fills with whisperspeople sliding desks closer to their friendsI pray for Bethanyfor literally anyonebut noMrs. Kent clears her throat like she’s about to ruin a life“Ellie... and Carter.”My stomach dropsThe whole class hums like it’s been waiting for this plot twistCarter glances at me, smirkinga predator amused by fate’s generosityI sink lower in my seat“I think the system’s broken,” I mutterbut Mrs. Kent’s already moved onSo that’s thatme and Cartertrapped together in the academic version of hell---After class, I gather my things slow, hoping he’ll leave firsthe doesn’the lingers by the doo
Last Updated: 2025-11-07
Chapter: THE CONFRONTATIONEllie’s POVBy the time second period rolls around, my brain feels like someone left it on low batteryand my patience is at one percentMrs. Calloway’s voice hums in the background like a broken fanCarter’s sitting two rows over, pretending to read, but mostly just waiting for his next performanceBecause that’s what he does best—make a sceneand I, unfortunately, am his favorite stageI tell myself to focusto keep my head down, to just survive the day without being publicly humiliated for breathing wrongbut when the teacher asks for volunteers to read, I already know my luck’s expired“Ellie,” Mrs. Calloway says, like she’s tossing me into a pit for entertainment“Why don’t you take the next paragraph?”Of courseI open my mouth to start readingbut before I even finish the first line, Carter’s voice cuts inmocking, lazy, too loud“Could you speak up? We can’t all hear your mumbling.”Laughter ripples through the roomthin and sharpI freeze for half a second too long, and that’
Last Updated: 2025-11-06
Chapter: DANTE'S ARRIVALEllie’s POVThe morning starts out suspiciously normaltoo normalwhich in my experience means disaster is lurking somewhere behind the vending machineThe halls smell like cheap deodorant and burnt coffeestudents shuffle past half-asleep, phones glued to facesand for once, Carter isn’t in sightno smirks, no whispers, no reason to keep my shoulders tensed like a bowstringI should’ve known peace this early in the day was an illusionIt happens during third periodHistory, of coursebecause boredom attracts chaos like moths to a flameThe classroom door creaks open mid-lectureand just like that, silence floods inThe kind that only happens when someone new walks into a place where everyone already knows each other’s dramaHe’s tallnot Carter-tall, but enough that the teacher looks up like she’s not sure if she’s supposed to scold or salute himDark hair, messy but on purposeshirt rolled at the sleevestie hanging like it gave up halfway through the morningDante LeMondethe trans
Last Updated: 2025-11-06
Chapter: STRATEGIC RETREATEllie’s POV******The cafeteria smells like grease and fearor maybe that’s just me projecting againeither way it’s too bright, too loud, too full of eyes pretending not to lookI keep my head downpretend my tray is fascinatingthe mashed potatoes have formed a shape like a frown and honestly I get itBethany sits across from me picking at her fries like they’ve personally offended her“You can’t just keep hiding,” she says finallyher voice is low, tired, like she’s already lost this argument before starting it“I’m not hiding,” I mumblewhich is a lie so bad it deserves a standing ovation“I’m just… adjusting my routes”She lifts a brow“Adjusting your routes? Ellie, you’ve been taking the long way to class like you’re avoiding landmines.”I stab a piece of chicken with my fork, watching the gravy bleed out“Landmines would be easier. At least they don’t smirk at you afterward.”The table goes quiet except for the sound of someone laughing three rows downCarter’s laughsharp, cl
Last Updated: 2025-11-06
Chapter: THE CRUEL CLICKChapter 9Ellie's pov ************ I got home tired and my mom ignored my greetings as always. At this point I pretended not to care anymore because why not, dad was always away and I'm good as dead to mum. Seriously I think life sucks. Bethany complains about her siblings taking her mango puree and fighting for the remote and I cannot relate because news flash : I'm an only child. Anyways I go up to my room to rest before dinner and I pickup my phone because what else is more peaceful than phone in bed time. As I scroll through I*******m I see a pat from an anonymous account named "Ellie's worst enemy" and the post was "Ellie's a bed wetter, click for details" I threw my phone across the room in rage. WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT ?!!!!!! Like WHYYYYYYY??? hell I started potty training at one. Like what the actual hell?? I took my laptop and FaceTimed Bethany "hey girl wassup" "I'm fine as a horse" I muttered "you don't sound fine though" "I SAID I'M FINE" I screamed at her "now I know
Last Updated: 2025-11-04
Chapter: One Piece, No SeperationThe fortress felt strangely gentle in the quiet after war, as if even the stones were exhaling after holding their breath for too long. Lyra stood in the healing wing with Vera curled against her chest, tiny fingers gripping her tunic with absolute trust, the kind that always disarmed her. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Lyra let herself breathe without expecting blood or betrayal in the next breath. She had chosen finally, entirely her own path. Not Luna. Not weapon. Not exile. Healer. A role built from her own hands, not inherited wounds. And as she looked around at the wounded lined in neat cots, the herbs simmering over low flames, and the people who no longer flinched at her presence, she felt the quiet click of belonging settle into place.Aziel entered without ceremony, without guards, without the heavy mantle of Alpha weighing down his shoulders. His steps were slow, careful—his wound still
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: When Blood Writes The TruthFire roared against the high tower walls, its glow staining Aziel’s blade a molten gold as the final echoes of combat faded. Lyra’s chest rose and fell in ragged breaths beside him, her eyes fixed on the bleeding traitor collapsing against the shattered stone railing. The courtyard below still burned with battle cries, but here on this wind-lashed balcony, it felt as though the world had narrowed to only three people: Alpha, Luna, and the devil who had poisoned both their lives.“You’ve lost,” Lyra hissed, voice low, shaking with fury and revelation. She stepped forward, blade dripping, shadows clinging to her like a second skin. “You killed my father. Not Aziel’s. Not his blood. Yours.” Her voice cracked on the last word, but she didn’t look away.The traitor laughed, wet and uneven, blood bubbling at his lips. “Poor little Luna,” he tau
Last Updated: 2026-01-31
Chapter: Ghosts Of Their FathersSmoke curled into the night sky, thick and suffocating, mingling with the coppery scent of blood across the courtyard. Lyra’s sword sang through the air, striking down an enemy who had thought her distracted. But even in the rush of steel and chaos, the traitor’s words echoed, sharp and insidious: “Your fathers’ sins are yours. Every drop of blood that haunts you, they are part of you.”Lyra’s amber eyes faltered for the briefest instant, seeing her father’s face in every fallen soldier, every betrayal whispered into the shadows. Rage flared, sharper than the firelight. “I fight for the present,” she snarled, voice cutting across the clash of steel. “Not for ghosts who left me nothing but ashes and lies!”Aziel moved beside her, relentless, but his own body stiffened at the traitor’s words. The bond throbbed violently, carrying pain
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Aziel Arrives In The FirelightFlames licked the walls of the fortress courtyard, casting long, jagged shadows that danced across the chaos. Bodies collided with the stone, steel ringing against steel, cries of fear and fury merging into a single, relentless roar. Lyra moved through the inferno like a shadow of fire herself, her amber eyes blazing, her sword arcing through the air with precision born of desperation. Every strike, every parry, every step was guided by a single purpose: reach the traitor and end this night of carnage.From the stairwell above, a figure plunged into the battlefield, cutting a path through the traitor’s forces with the weight of command behind each blow. Aziel landed amid the chaos, boots skidding over scattered rubble and blood, cloak trailing in the smoke like a banner of war. “Lyra!” he shouted, voice carrying over the clash of co
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Lyra Faces The Devil She NamedLyra’s boots clanged against the stone stairs of the high tower, echoing in the narrow shaft like the pulse of her own racing heart. Smoke from the courtyard fires below curled upward, smelling of charred wood and blood, and each breath she drew was heavy with it. Her hands were slick with sweat, fingers tightening around the hilt of her blade, though her heart threatened to betray her resolve. Every step she took brought her closer to the traitor, closer to the man whose whispers had poisoned her past, whose plots had led to the massacre of her pack and the death of those she loved.The wind rattled the broken windows, carrying distant screams and the clash of steel from the courtyard. Lyra paused for a heartbeat, listening, feeling the bond flare with pain and fury. Aziel was moving somewhere through the chaos below, a shadow of an
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Blood Across AzaxoThe moment Lyra burst through the shattered archway into the courtyard, the night exploded around her in a frenzy of steel, fire, and screaming voices. Flames rolled across the sky like a second dawn, throwing long shadows across bodies already strewn across the stones. She didn’t flinch at the carnage her eyes locked immediately on the northern battlements, where she had seen him flee minutes earlier. The traitor. The one who had puppeteered this entire nightmare.Her blade was still slick with the blood of the guard who had tried to stop her escape. She didn’t bother wiping it off. “You don’t get to slip away tonight,” she whispered to herself, jaw hardening as she started forward. The courtyard roared with chaos, but every step she took seemed to sharpen her resolve rather than shake it. She moved like a wolf born for war.A soldier stumbled int
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
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