Novel-novel oleh lamprisca43

Natasha tossed and turned all night, Arjun’s threats replaying in her head. She arrived at school early, hoping to catch Michael before classes started. Maybe he could help her understand what was going on.As she walked down the hallway, she spotted Michael laughing with his friends. But the moment he saw her approaching, his expression turned cold. He ignored her completely, walking past her like she was invisible.Natasha’s heart sank. What happened? Did Arjun get to him?She tried to catch his eye, but he was already gone, lost in the crowd.Classes dragged on, Natasha’s anxiety building with every passing minute.What did Arjun say to Michael? And why is he shutting me out? she wondered.The bell rang, signaling lunch.Natasha waited outside the classroom, determined to talk to him. When Michael walked out, he saw her… and kept walking.Natasha’s eyes narrowed.Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she followed him.She chased him into the school courtyard, but

Next day, Natasha walked into the school library, eyes scanning for Michael. Spotted him sketching in the corner.She approached slowly. Michael looked up, gave a casual nod. "Hey".Natasha smiled, trying to play it cool. "Hey. writing a masterpiece?"Michael chuckled, shaking his head. "something like that". He said trying to avoid eye contact."Let's go home together, it's closing time". Natasha said smiling and Michael couldn't resist her eyes, he accepted and they left.They walked out the school gate, trying to shake off the weirdness, but the vibes were still a little off. Just then, a sleek black car slowed down behide them. Argun stepped out, eyes narrowed on Natasha and Michael. He didn't say a word. just looked. Hard. Natasha and Michael didn't notice.Argun turned back to his car, slid in without a word and drove off."Ohh! I forgot my phone inside, wait for me I will be right back". Natasha said and ran back inside.Argun's car stopped block away. He got out, walked back t

Natasha checked her watch for the fifth time, tapping her foot impatiently. "Where's the driver?" she said still waiting for her driver. Michael chuckled, "Relax, he'll come".Just as he said that thunder rumbled, and rain poured down like someone turned on a faucet. Natasha squealed as Michael grabbed her hand. "come on!" I have an umbrella with me we can share. They dashed through the downpour, Michael's umbrella twisting inside out. Natasha laughed, her hair getting Wilder. "This is crazy!" she added.The wind whipped the umbrella away, and the ended up sprinting towards an old house, half- hidden by trees. Michael Yanked Natasha inside, slamming the door shut.They stood there, dripping wet, breathing hard. The house was silent, except for the rain pounding on the roof.Natasha shivered, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. "Guess we're stuck". she said almost in a whisper tone.Michael smiled, wiping water off his face. "For now". He replied looking around the house. As they w

Natasha and Michael’s meetings slowly turned into a habit—coffee breaks, library sessions, and random strolls around campus.Their conversations flowed easily, like they had known each other forever.One rainy afternoon, they sat huddled in a cozy café, sipping hot chocolate as the rain tapped softly against the windows.Natasha looked at him curiously.“So… why did you start sketching?”Michael shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just something I needed to do.”He glanced at her. “What about you?”Natasha let out a soft sigh. “I don’t know either. I guess I just got good at pretending.”“Pretending what?”She looked down at her cup. “Being someone I’m not.”Michael leaned in slightly. “Who do you want to be?”Natasha hesitated. “Myself… I guess.”A small smile formed on Michael’s lips. “You’re already her.”Natasha’s cheeks flushed.“Hey… want to see something?” Michael asked.“What?”He pulled out his phone and showed her a sketch.It was her.Eyes closed. Laughing.Alive.Natasha’s breat

Natasha practically fled the scene, leaving Michael standing there, confused.For the rest of the week, they avoided each other in class. Natasha stayed with her clique, while Michael kept to his art friends. The tension between them was thick and awkward—and their project began to suffer.Michael tried to talk to her after class.“Natasha, we need to talk,” he said.She turned to him with a look of disgust, then immediately faced Maya.“Let’s go. I don’t want to be surrounded by bad energy.”And just like that, she walked away with her friends.Michael stood there, gripping his sketchbook tightly.What’s her problem? he wondered.At home, dinner was tense.Natasha’s parents pushed harder, their patience clearly running out.Then her father dropped the bomb.“Natasha, Arjun Jason will escort you to the Winter Gala. We’ve finalized the plans,” he said coldly.Natasha’s grip on her chopsticks tightened.“I won’t go.”Her mother’s voice turned icy. “You will. This is bigger than your fee

Professor Kim stood at the front of the classroom, scanning the students.“Alright, everybody! Today, you’ll be paired up for a semester-long business strategy project.”The room buzzed with excitement as he began calling out names.“Leo Emmanuel and Edith Aisha. Brian Steve and Sofia Parker… Natasha Lee and Michael Desmond.”Natasha’s head snapped up, irritation flashing in her eyes. Across the room, Michael looked just as confused.Professor Kim continued, unaware of the storm brewing.When he finished, Natasha’s voice cut through the noise.“This is a mistake,” she said, her face twisted in disgust.Professor Kim looked up, surprised. “Why, Natasha? You’re both strong candidates. You’ll figure it out.”With that, he smiled and walked out.Natasha’s glare could have frozen water as Michael approached her table, his backpack slung over one shoulder.“Hey… guess we’re stuck together,” he said, trying to read her expression.Her tone was sharp. “Don’t expect me to carry this project.”