LOGINHazel doesn’t like boys, in fact, she stays as far away from them as possible. She wears baggy clothes, doesn’t do makeup and tries her best to go unnoticed. Her plan worked… for a while, until she got the baddest boy in her university hot on her tails. Worst of all? He is her roommate. How will she possibly survive ? Cover by : FatimaZahra970 (Wattpad)
View MoreThe day had started innocuously enough. Dani had cornered me in the cafeteria with her usual mix of hyper energy and scheming mischief.“Hazel!” she hissed, eyes gleaming like she’d just discovered a secret treasure. “We have to go watch this new ghost movie tonight. It’s like…peak horror. People are losing it.”I raised an eyebrow. “Peak horror, huh? And what exactly does that mean? Are we talking mild jump scares, or someone screaming and fainting in the theater?”Dani waved her hand dramatically. “Oh, come on. You know you love screaming in terror, don’t lie. And Taranis is coming. You have to see him scared.”I groaned, but I could already feel the spark of excitement. Part of me wanted to pretend to act all nonchalant and brave, and part of me knew this would be a perfect opportunity to see Taranis squirm a little too.Taranis had a ridiculous grin on his face when we met up outside the campus gates. “Hazelnut,” he greeted me, using that irritatingly familiar nickname that always
Dani leaned so close to me at our cafeteria table that her hair practically dipped into my fries. “This is it,” she whispered like she was revealing the answer key to the universe. “The moment of triumph.”I raised an eyebrow. “By posting a picture?”“Not just a picture,” she corrected, wagging her finger. “The picture. Hazel, this is the best way to assert dominance and show everyone—especially Angela—that Taranis is yours and no one else’s.”I sighed, pushing my tray away. “I don’t know if this is revenge. Revenge is like…throwing fake blood on her in the middle of class. Or shaving her eyebrows while she sleeps.”Dani gave me the most unimpressed stare. “That’s messy. This is classy. Trust me, subtle humiliation lasts longer.”Her phone was already out, fingers tapping furiously as she drafted a post on my account like she’d been waiting for this day her whole life. I tried to snatch it back, but she hissed like a cat and pulled away.“Fine,” I muttered. “But if this backfires, you
The classroom smelled like chalk dust and instant coffee, and my brain was doing that thing where it refused to focus on whatever dry history lecture the professor was droning about. Instead, my attention kept drifting to the idiot sitting next to me—Taranis, tapping his pen against his notebook like he was playing some private drum solo.I nudged him with my elbow. “You’re going to summon demons if you keep tapping like that.”He tilted his head, flashing me that infuriating grin. “Maybe I’m trying to. Couldn’t be worse than this lecture.”I stifled a laugh behind my hand, but the professor’s eyes snapped toward us anyway, sharp as a hawk.“Taranis. Hazel” His voice carried across the room. “Am I interrupting your class?”Heat shot up my neck, and Taranis smirked like he lived for this kind of trouble. “Not at all, sir. We were just… discussing historical context.”The professor narrowed his eyes. “I highly doubt your conversation had anything to do with context.”I tried to bite bac
The morning felt wrong the second I opened my eyes. The kind of wrong that sat in your stomach like a stone, heavy and cold, before your brain even caught up to why. Then it hit me again: Aria’s funeral.I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to breathe. If I stayed perfectly still, maybe I could trick myself into thinking it wasn’t real. But the clock kept ticking, the sunlight kept slanting in through the blinds, and my chest kept rising and falling, stubbornly alive while hers never would again.A soft knock on my door broke the silence. “Hazelnut?” Taranis’s voice, low and careful, like he already knew I was on the edge of shattering.I swallowed, wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, and croaked, “Yeah?”He pushed the door open, leaning against the frame. His hair was messy, like he hadn’t even tried to fix it yet, and his eyes lingered on me for a moment before he crossed the room. He crouched in front of me, resting one hand on my knee.“We’ve got to get ready,” he said. “But… we
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