LOGINWho was I to resist the temptation of a star hockey captain who wanted my body… and my cooking? For two years, I was Marco Marten’s secret lover. A midnight craving he satisfied behind locked doors. I gave him every piece of my soul in the dark, while he gave me nothing but his silence in the light. While he was still warm from my bed, he was busy planning the wedding of the century with the woman who had already stolen my past. To him, I was just a reasonable convenience. To me, he was my entire world. But I am done being the shadow. "We’re done, Marco. I’m getting married, too." His grip tightened on my wrist, his eyes darkening with a dangerous, suffocating possessiveness. "You? Married? Who allowed it?" He thinks he can keep me as his secret while he stands at the altar with her. He’s wrong.
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I walked down the hallway while holding onto my backpack like it's my second skin and my life depended on it. I took in the beautiful structure of Garfield High. The students going into their various classes, How I wish they could be this beautiful in and out, I sigh with the thought of that, keeping my face down, and Ignoring all types of disgusting stares I'm getting, should I say I'm used to it? Well, Nah, I keep getting Panic attacks each time I get one of those stares, and it's an involuntary action.I find my way to my locker trying to be as fast as I can be, to escape Kendall's wrath today, I never escape any of her bullies, I don't know why she hates me so much."Maybe you do know" she whispered in my head"Stop creeping into my thoughts you Freak" I said frustratedly, like it's the first time she will be doing it."Maybe it's because she is jealous of you." She ignored what I just said"But they choose to make my life miserable." I sighed tirelessly and unlocked my locker to take out the books for the lesson."What's that smell?" I could hear Kendall saying``Oh she's here." She addedI sigh, proceeding with what I was doing in my locker.Heels clicked as they all walked to me and, if I say all, I mean Kendall and her clique.They are three of them, just because she is popular, rich, and dating Dylan she turned herself into some queen that must be worship, stupid!.I tried my best not to look them in the eye because I've been punished a lot of times for that and I don't think I'm ready for any drama this morning."Where else could the smell come from when the freaky psycho is here" said Katrina while chewing her gum loudly like she always does.They are the K-QUEENS, Kendall the leader, "Katrina, and Kayla, the handbag" she said loudly in my head."Just shut up" shaking my head as if I'm trying to shake her off from my mind."Oh well, look who we have here" She said looking at me"blue jeans, black baggy hoodie, signature dark shades" said Kendall as she looks at me from head to toe with disdain and a fake laugh that doesn't even last a second."You're hiding, aren't you?" She asked while I kept my face down, never saying a word"You know why I hate you?" She asked.I nodded my head because I've banned myself from speaking, I don't even know when last I've talked to someone not even Mum."Because you're a freak, you don't talk you hide your eyes in those stupid freaky shades""you know what? take those glasses off" she said pointing at me. I keep my face down ignoring her like I never hear what she says."You know what babe let's just leave, or we are going to be late for class, you know how I don't like missing class," Dylan saidThe heck! Dylan has been here the whole time, and Yes Dylan is a geek after me. He only topped me once in a test and that's because Kendall didn't let me in for the test on time, I've been an all A student from elementary school."Not until I get what I want" Kendall grumbled"Hey you look at me" she barked at me getting angry because I ignored herI slowly look up at her, oh wow the student has already gathered, I mean what did I expect, the student here just enjoys watching someone getting bullied, especially when the bully is Kendall."Take off those shades now" she barked, while I slowly nod my head in disagreement"You don't want me doing it for you, do you?" She said with a sly smile plastered on her pretty faceI slowly remove the shades, my eye color is complicated, at times it is bright blue, green, brown, black and so on, it depends on the person staring deep into it. I've been taken to the doctor, but I was said to be perfectly fine. Yeah I know I'm not, no one knows what I'm passing through.The whole hall gasped immediately. I took off the shades as their jaws dropped, all staring at me, while some were trying their best to catch a glimpse of my face."F**k, your eye is so pretty".Damn! Why did you hide those pretty eyes?" Dylan muttered, staring at me dreamingly and the whole hall gasped in surprise as they kept on videoing what's going on."What!!!, Did you just call that ugly eye, pretty?" Yelled Kendall facing Dylan while the rest of the K-Queens stare at me jealousy on their faceWait did he just say my eyes and face are pretty, I'm so in for it today.And is that jealousy I sensed, that doesn't seem good!"What? I'm just stating the obvious truth" Dylan retorted"you know what?" she said facing me."Your eyes are so ugly like the outfit you're putting on, and your face looks like cow poop, and you remains the ugly FREAK we all know, now put on those stupid shades and get the hell out of here freak, you stink" she yelled grabbing Dylan hand who keeps staring at me with her cliques and walked away from the hallway.I stood there at my locker processing what just happened. She didn't inflict pain on me like she always does but left angrily, is that a good thing?I shake off the thought as I continue with what I was doing while the student starts leaving the scene for their various classes, I mean what else? Show is over.The bell rung and went for class, I found my favorite seat and spot, that was at the back of the class close to the window I sat there listening to whatever the teacher was teaching, I jot down the important note I could grasp, either I read or not I will still pass as long as I'm in class when the teaching was going on.Soon enough the class was over , then we had three more subjects before the bell rang for lunch. I hurriedly pack my books and left the class room for lunch, ignoring everybody so as to not lands in any body wrath especially Kendall, I just had an encounter with her in the morning, that make her left angrily, who knows, maybe she is planning something huge that I don't think I need right now, for me. I skipped through the hallway to the locker room to dump my books and off to the cafeteria, not without taking my backpack that contains my journal with me, who knows.I took out the money given to me this morning by mum and pay for the meal I just ordered, I took my tray and walk to my favorite spot, it is at the back of the right hand corner of the cafeteria, I dropped my tray of food on the empty table and my backpack on the chair, who will want to seat with a loser like me? Their words not mine. I was munching on my food slowly when the adrenaline rushed in, the feeling of pain mixed with anxiety, my shaky hands and thumping chest."Oh no, Not here!" TBC“What’s the meaning of this?” I stared at the official hologram in my hand, one eyebrow raised. My brain, which had just been completely consumed by divorce drama, suddenly glitch-ed.Jonah leaned back in his chair, folded his arms across his chest, and smiled casually. “That’s my last gift. How about it? You like it, right?”“Huh?” I snorted, staring at him as if he’d just grown a second head. “I’m signing our divorce agreement. Why are you offering me a Marriage Registration Certificate as a gift? What a joke—”“That’s for you and Marco Marten.”The words slipped out, cutting off my protests with surgical precision.I don’t know how long passed after that. What was clear was that a long, absolute silence engulfed the entire room. Not a sound could be heard, not even the hum of the air conditioner. I could only stand still, staring straight into Jonah’s gray eyes. He wasn’t being sarcastic. His gaze was incredibly calm and… serious.“For me and Marco?” I repeated softly, my voice al
"Yeah. A skinny, dirty, flea-ridden stray cat. I found it when I was in elementary school. I sneaked it into the house through the window and hid it in the corner under my bed."I could feel the cold tiles of my old bedroom creeping up to the soles of my feet now. That little gray cat... its ribs clearly protruding from its wet skin. Until the end of its life, I never even gave it a name because my little brain was too afraid to bond.“I gave him leftovers from the kitchen, and he ate them greedily. Maybe he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a full stomach, so he’d swallow anything.”“But then, was it the fifth or sixth day? Just when I was feeling so proud and planning to give him a bath after school…” I swallowed, my throat feeling like it was stuffed with sand. “His body was stiff. His eyes were open, staring blankly from under my bed.”Jonah paused, his shoulders tensing.“Years later, I learn that kittens shouldn’t drink lactose-containing cow’s milk. Their digestive syste
My bedroom door swung open, shattering the silence that had been filled only by the ticking of the clock. Jonah stepped in.“Look what I brought. You’re going to love it!” he exclaimed. He held out a bright red box with a carelessly tied gold ribbon.I leaned back against the pile of pillows, my arms folded across my chest. Seeing Jonah smile so wide that his eyes narrowed, just like a five-year-old who had just won a toy at a fair, sent a strange, amusing sensation to the pit of my stomach. Truly, this man’s good looks sometimes contradicted his demeanor.“What is it?” Jonah pulled up a chair and sat beside my bed. His large hands were now busy pulling at the ends of the gold ribbon, untying the knot, and then opening the lid of the red box. Whatever was in there, Jonah must have brought it with a singular goal: to make me smile. And honestly, this wasn't the first time he'd brought a gift. Last time, he'd given me an antique piece of jewelry that probably paid off half of my par
Have I ever had anyone to care for me when I was sick?The answer is no. In my entire life, I have almost no memory of being cared for. Because since childhood, my survival instincts have always screamed at me not to get sick. I knew my place and value in that house very well. If I got sick, I would only be an extra burden, bothering people, provoking their annoyance, and ultimately, I would have to endure the pain alone in a corner. I grew up with the narrow mindset that everyone in this world faces their pain alone.Eventually, I became friends with Mira in my first year of high school.When the girl contracted dengue fever, her parents, who were already divorced, willingly lowered their egos to take turns caring for her in the hospital.Watching Mira's family's sweet interaction at that time, my stomach felt as if it had been doused with boiling water. Jealousy so intense it made me nauseous. And perhaps because my immune system reacted to that damn stress, for the first time in
A stiff breath caught in my throat. Hearing Marco’s name spoken from her lips with that tone of ownership made my world spin. I slapped her hand away more roughly this time. "No. It's a family event. Why would an outsider attend something like that?"“Hazel!” My mom snarled.I look at her, hoping
Instantly, the room erupted into a commotion. The giant hockey players began to protest. “What?! No way!” “Chef Quinn, you're kidding, right?” A few of them even laughed in disbelief, while others pushed their trays aside like the announcement had ruined their appetite. CLANK! The commotio
“MARCO!”Lines etched clearly across his handsome face. "Don't shout like an uneducated person, Hazel."His voice was flat, a stark contrast to the storm tearing at my chest. "Why are you being so dramatic? You should have known this would happen sooner or later."I stared at him, my chest heaving.
Hazel’s POV.The room was filled with the rhythmic, wet sound of skin hitting skin. His large, calloused fingers gripped my breasts, squeezing possessively.Each time Marco thrust into me, it felt devastatingly deep. I tilted my head back, swallowing a moan into my dry throat as our sweat mingled i






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