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Seduction Winning Back the Wife 18+Ambiguous Campus Beauty Fling Plot Twists Pervert

I crave excitement in my life. To do that, I send my deskmate a video of me pleasing myself with a toy. Bit by bit, it awakens his desires…

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Last-Minute Betrayal

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They Asked for My Dads

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My mom died giving birth to me. They couldn't save her. My dad? He dumped me outside a prison and ran. Didn't even look back. It was five degrees. I was basically frozen. Barely breathing. Later, a guard said the whole max block lost it that night. One hundred eight inmates—death row, life sentences—went crazy. Slamming doors. Smashing windows. Yelling they wanted to keep me. In the end, they filed a letter. Not a breakout plan. A custody request. Somehow... it got approved. From that day on, I had 108 dads. But growing up, I found out the truth. They weren't criminals. On paper, they were dead—killed in the line of duty. In reality, they were still out there, serving. Eighteen years later, I got into one of the top high schools—with the highest score in the State of Ashford. On the fifth day, I beat the rich girl, Vivian Cobbley, by one point on a mock exam. Next thing I knew, my name was all over the bulletin board: [Riley Ray, daughter of murderers!] Vivian cornered me in the bathroom and shoved my head into a toilet. "Your dads are killers. That filth's in you too." She beat me so hard I dragged her down when we went over the second-floor railing. When I woke up, the Dean of Students was right in my face, finger in my face. "No surprise you're violent. It's in your blood. Call your criminal dads. Now." I shook. "Mr. Todd... you sure you want me to call them?"

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Outscored, Outclassed, Out of Her Heart

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Four years into our long-distance relationship, I am on a video call with my girlfriend, Vivian Selby, when her study partner, Sam Caldecott, walks into the frame. He presses his lips together before saying, "Ryan, Vivian still hasn't finished her practice questions yet." I freeze for a second, and before I can tell him we'll only talk for ten minutes, he speaks again. "Oh, by the way, I deleted those celebrity gossip articles you sent her earlier. They're nothing but distractions that keep her from her work." He smiles faintly and adds, "Hope you don't mind." Vivian lowers her head and keeps flipping through her textbook without saying a word. I sit there in shock, thinking about all the things I've sent her before—sunset photos, pictures of street food, and the new game console I bought. She's never replied to any of them. So, they've all been deleted before she even sees them. My chest tightens, and a suffocating heaviness settles over me. Vivian finally looks up and says, "Sam was just trying to help keep me focused. There's nothing wrong with that." Sam suddenly leans close to the screen and lowers his voice. "I heard your SAT score wasn't exactly impressive, while Vivian was one of the top scorers." He pauses, as if choosing his words carefully. "She always says she wants to go to grad school in the same city as you. But given the gap between you two, she has to make compromises and lower her expectations." After saying that, he steps back beside Vivian and gently pats her on the shoulder, saying, "Don't worry. I'll be here with you." Vivian turns her head and nods at him. The look in her eyes is warm and natural, as if she has long been used to having him by her side. My throat tightens. A suffocating pressure slowly builds in my chest. "Get some rest early then," I say, forcing myself to stay composed before ending the call. I stare at the last message I sent her. "It's raining today. Don't forget to put on a jacket." There's still no reply. But this silence isn't new. It is the same silence I've grown used to over the past four years. It turns out she's always there, just never for me.

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Heard My Thoughts to Rise to Music Stardom

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Back for Revenge: Roommate Edition

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My roommate is the kind of person who has to get to the bottom of everything and doesn't stop asking questions until she's satisfied. One night, while I'm sound asleep, she suddenly stands by my bed and calls my name, "Melissa, are you asleep?" Having been awakened by her, I shoot her an annoyed glare, but she just says, "See? You weren't really asleep. Otherwise, how could you have answered me?" One day, she decides to skip class. Thinking that I could help by signing her in on my phone, I do just that. However, near the end of the lecture, she suddenly bursts into the room and asks the professor, "I wasn't here today, so why does it show I was marked present? Is the system down?" The professor traces it back to me, fails me on the spot, and makes me retake the class. Later on, I join a speech contest. My roommate stands up in front of everyone and asks why my speech sounded exactly like her ideas. I get disqualified, lose my scholarship, and am labeled a plagiarist. Devastated, I climb onto the rooftop late at night. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the night when my roommate first asked if I was asleep.

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My Online Boyfriend Chose My Roommate

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Next Time, Don't Bother Showing Up

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The Ingrate's Punishment

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On the first day of classes, my boyfriend's childhood friend, Wendy, used my supplementary credit card to pay for everyone's tuition fee, successfully playing the role of a kind and beautiful heiress. During the creative writing competition, his childhood friend's submission was the same as mine. All my classmates pointed their fingers at me and confirmed that I had plagiarized her work. As the competition was livestreamed, the entire internet turned on me immediately and harassed me. People were condemning me as a thief everywhere I went. Meanwhile, Wendy managed to secure a graduate recommendation to Kingsbridge University, and she then blew up online as the rich and talented heroine of a power fantasy story. As I was on my way back home to try and figure things out after I was thrown out, one of Wendy's fans waiting outside the venue ran me down and crushed me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had regressed to the time when Wendy wanted to pay everyone's tuition fee…

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The Wrong Bus

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The day before the SAT, Lewis Sutton, the most popular boy in class, volunteered to help everyone verify their test centers and organize two charter buses for everyone. Just before departure, he suddenly stopped me. "Finley, I just realized your test center is Easthaven. Both buses are headed to Westbrook." Everyone thought it was no big deal. "Just take a cab. We can't risk missing the exam for you." When I asked Lewis for the transportation list, Cerys Moore stepped in front of me. She lowered her voice to insist, "Lewis is already exhausted from coordinating logistics for the whole class. Why are you kicking up such a big fuss over nothing? "If you're this petty now, you're going to give him a harder time in college. "I'm warning you, either don't apply to Northbridge University or Blackwell University, or intentionally skip one of your exam subjects, so you won't end up attending the same school as us. Otherwise, our engagement is over." Too fed up to argue, I simply hailed a cab and headed to my test center alone. When I arrived at the Easthaven test center in the nick of time, our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Leah Williamson, was standing outside, sweating profusely from anxiety. "Why did both buses go to Westbrook? The entire class is supposed to take the exam in Easthaven!"

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Fooling the AI

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My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

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