LOGINAria Dever is used to being invisible. Brilliant, reserved, and fiercely independent, she hides in the school library to escape high school drama and people like Adrian Cole, the cocky captain of the basketball team. But one accidental text—a private photo meant for her long-distance boyfriend lands in Adrian’s hands, pulling her into his chaotic world. Adrian is everything Aria has learned to avoid: arrogant, charismatic, and impossibly handsome. But beneath the golden-boy façade lies a dangerous secret—he’s a werewolf, bound by pack loyalties and a hidden bloodline. When Adrian fails a critical test, he corners Aria with a deal: tutor him until finals, or risk the photo leaking. Furious and trapped, she agrees. What starts as sarcastic banter and forced proximity soon spirals into something neither of them can ignore. But high school politics, a jealous cheerleader, and a charming new transfer student with his own secrets threaten to tear them apart. As Aria discovers Adrian’s supernatural nature, she realizes she’s immune to his powers—and part of a prophecy that could change everything. When the state basketball championship becomes a battlefield for both victory and revenge, Aria is kidnapped in a scheme orchestrated by her greatest tormentor. Adrian will stop at nothing to save her, even if it means risking everything. In a world where loyalty, love, and pack bonds collide, Aria and Adrian must confront enemies, rivals, and their own hearts. Can a nerdy bookworm and the golden-boy werewolf survive high school, sports rivalries, and supernatural danger—and come out stronger, together?
View MoreARIA “Adrian.” I called again, my voice trembling just slightly. The first time I said his name, he didn’t respond. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. He just stared at the doorway, rigid and tense, as if something—or someone—was standing there, waiting for him to notice. But there was nothing. The hallway beyond the gym was empty. No students or teachers were coming . And yet, the intensity of his gaze made the back of my neck tighten. My gut twisted with unease. I didn’t like feeling this small, as if an invisible wall separated us, an unseen pressure pinning him down, making him unreachable. “Adrian?” I tried again, louder, forcing my voice to cut through the quiet. Still nothing. The silence wrapped around us, suffocating and unrelenting, and I felt my pulse spike. I wanted to shake him, to demand he snap out of it, but I hesitated. Part of me feared disturbing this distant state. Another part feared what might happen if I did. Maybe I wasn’t seeing what he saw. Maybe some sh
ADRIAN “Time out!” the coach barked after another grueling round of scrimmage. The gym erupted instantly—players stumbling toward the sideline, breathing like they had run through fire, sneakers squeaking against the hardwood. Towels slapped over shoulders, water bottles cracked open, someone bent over with their hands on their knees trying not to pass out. Everyone was exhausted. Muscles burned, lungs dragged in air like it weighed something, and the sharp sting of sweat rolled down my spine and soaked the back of my shirt. My legs ached in that familiar way that meant I had pushed hard. But none of that compared to the other feeling, the one that wasn’t physical. The fire inside me had been simmering all practice, hot and restless, growing every minute. It wasn’t adrenaline. It wasn’t excitement. It was something deeper, older, and far more dangerous. Something I couldn’t let anyone see, especially not at school. I sank onto the bench, letting my elbows rest on my knees as I d
Absolutely! We can expand the scene to ~1,700 words by deepening Adrian’s internal emotions, adding more realistic dialogue between teammates and Coach, showing Marcus’s tension and jealousy, and emphasizing team dynamics, while keeping the supernatural moment intact.Here’s the expanded, polished version:---ADRIAN — TEAM PRACTICE POV (EXPANDED WITH EMOTIONS AND DIALOGUE)School ended, and I headed toward the gym for practice. Backpack slung over one shoulder, steps steady. Semi-finals were coming, but right now, it was all about drills, teamwork, and staying sharp. The gym was alive—the squeak of sneakers on hardwood, balls bouncing, teammates calling instructions, the faint smell of sweat and polish on the court.I dropped my backpack, pulled off my hoodie, and folded it neatly. Then I jogged to join the warm-ups. Stretching, light jogging, passing. Everyone was moving, talking, adjusting positions. The energy was contagious, each player feeding off the other, correcting mistakes,
ARIAThe hallway felt longer than usual, like it was stretching endlessly before me just to delay what I already knew was coming. Every sound—the echo of my shoes, the distant chatter of students, the faint hum of the lights—seemed magnified, bouncing inside my head until it was all I could hear. My heart was beating so fast it hurt, each thud a painful reminder of the principal’s words still ringing in my ears.Suspended.Investigation.Expulsion.The words replayed again and again until they stopped sounding like words and started feeling like a sentence—one that might end everything I had worked for.When I turned the corner and saw Eli standing near the staircase, I froze. He looked small somehow, smaller than I remembered, with his shoulders hunched and his head lowered like someone who had already been caught doing something wrong. My pulse quickened as a rush of heat crawled up my neck.It was him.He was the one—the student who had been caught cheating. The one who said I gav
ARIAI stepped into the principal’s office, my backpack suddenly feeling impossibly heavy, as if it carried not just books but every single worry I’d ever had. My chest tightened, a coil of panic curling inside me, and I had to take a shaky breath just to keep my hands from trembling.The scent of polished wood and that faint lemony air freshener filled the room—too clean, too calm. The kind of calm that comes right before a storm.As I entered, a student was being escorted out by a teacher. My eyes caught his face, and my heart stumbled. I knew him. One of my tutorial students—Eli. I’d spent hours helping him with math and biology. But now his head was bowed, and guilt flashed across his face before he quickly looked away.My stomach twisted. Why is he here? What happened?The door shut behind him with a soft click, leaving me alone with Principal Hastings. He didn’t speak right away. Just leaned back in his chair, hands folded neatly on the desk, his sharp gray eyes studying me. The
ARIA The next morning, the hallway buzzed with the usual chatter, lockers slamming, and laughter that felt both distant and deafening at once. Each sound seemed amplified, bouncing around the lockers and echoing inside my chest like a drum I couldn’t quite control. Jenna caught up with me by my locker, practically bouncing on her feet, and her energy felt like a spotlight I couldn’t duck from. “Remember the party we talked about?” she asked, practically glowing with excitement, her words spilling out so fast I almost stumbled over them in my mind before I managed a response. “Yes, what party?” I replied, shrugging lightly, keeping my tone neutral, even though my chest tightened at the very mention of it. My voice sounded flatter than I intended. “The one Cassie is organizing, told you about it days ago.” she said, eyes bright, glimmering with that naïve kind of enthusiasm I could never muster. “Oh… that one,” I muttered, feeling a familiar knot tighten in my stomach, curling












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