His Supposed Girlfriend

“Let me teach you then, Butterfly.” He leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against hers once more. He bit her lower lip with gentle persuasion, gaining instant access to her mouth, letting his tongue slide deep to explore her interior. Her heart battered wildly against her ribs, echoing loudly in the quiet space between them. Everything she had ever imagined was happening all at once. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders, rising up onto her tiptoes as he bent forward slightly so she could hold onto him comfortably. His tongue deepened the kiss, and Sarah, completely lost in the sensation, squeezed her eyes shut, tilted her head back, and let him take total control. He finally broke apart from her, watching her struggle to catch her breath, a low smirk decorating his handsome face. "Consider this a practical demonstration. Don't fret when we have to do it in front of people...... Girlfriend." He turned and walked out of the library, earning a sharp, reprimanding glare

Egg. A raw, slimy egg. Sarah froze, swallowing hard as the cold yellow yolk trickled past her jaw. Next to her, Bunny’s face flushed a deep, furious red. Sarah looked up toward the second-floor balcony. Standing there, leaning casually over the railing with a vicious smirk, was Nova. Bunny didn't hesitate. She bolted for the stairwell, her sneakers slapping loudly against the steps as she sprinted to the upper level. Waiting at the top of the stairs were Nova’s top two sidekicks, Ella and Anna. They flanked Nova like bodyguards, and as Bunny charged forward with every intention of tearing Nova apart, they stepped in, grabbing Bunny by the arms to block her path. “What do you think you’re doing, blonde?” Anna sneered, raising an eyebrow. “Do you want to die?” Ella added, shoving Bunny back. Phones were already pulled out, shutters clicking repeatedly as a crowd gathered below. Not a single person stepped in to help. “I swear I’m going to tear you limb from limb, Nova!” Bunny sp

A white-haired guy leaned against the roof of the car with a lazy, amused smirk, while another with golden-tipped hair stepped out from the passenger side with a warm, disarming smile. "I'm Ronan, and that's Jasper," the guy with the golden-tipped hair said, gesturing toward his brother. Sarah shrank back slightly, clutching the straps of Bunny's bag tight in her hands. "How can we help you?" Bunny quickly chimed in, eyeing them up and down suspiciously. "Nah, let us help *you* instead, damsels," Jasper responded, twirling his car keys around his index finger. "Public cars obviously aren't allowed inside this estate—only private ones. I assume you know that, so... do hop in." "We can manage," Sarah said quickly, keeping her tone strictly guarded. "We're just walking to the gate." "In this heat and those oversized clothes?" Ronan asked gently, his voice smooth and completely devoid of threat. He looked at her with genuine, quiet concern. "Look, we saw you on campus earlier, an

“We certainly do, sir.” “Let her try those instead.” Sarah knitted her brows in confusion, though she kept her mouth shut. Deep down, she agreed the short dresses were pretty, but she was completely unaccustomed to wearing anything so revealing in public. She walked back inside with the attendant. When she emerged again, she was wearing wide-leg baggy trousers and a chic cropped sweater. He offered a firm nod. “That looks great. Next one.” “I’m tired already,” she pouted, crossing her arms. He nodded back coolly. “Try five more, and then you can call it quits.” She let out a soft groan but complied. A short while later, they were standing at the register. Blake swiped a sleek black card, and the machine chimed instantly. A long receipt printed out, which the cashier handed to him. He tossed the slip onto the counter, collected the heavy shopping bags from the attendant, and turned to walk out of the boutique. She followed close behind, a tiny, unstoppable smile touching the c