MasukAriana a high school girl with basically two different personalities, a bad girl at school and an Innocent girl at home read out what happens when she encounters the new guy at school who is also your typical bad boy let's see whether they will end in war or in love.......;)
Lihat lebih banyakWelcome, new initiate! 😈 (Go ahead—imagine the evil laugh. I'll wait. Muhaha! ...Okay, I'm done. Mostly.)
Just kidding😅(Not really)
First of all—congratulations. You clicked. That alone means something. You didn't scroll past, you didn't roll your eyes and exit. You stopped. In a world where everyone's attention span is shorter than a TikTok clip, you took a second to give a stranger's words a chance. So thank you for that. Genuinely.
This is my first book. My first story. My first time putting something out there that came from my head and my heart, and honestly? That's terrifying. It's like showing someone your diary, except you've decorated it with dragons and heartbreak and inside jokes that only make sense to you. There are going to be typos. There are going to be plot holes big enough to drive a truck through. There might be sentences that make zero sense on the first read, and characters who change personalities mid-chapter because I hadn't figured them out yet. And you know what? That's okay. Every writer starts somewhere. Every story begins as a messy, chaotic first draft that only its creator truly loves in the beginning—until readers come along and make it theirs too.
So here's my one rule: be kind. I don't handle criticism well—I'll admit that flat out. If you come at me with harsh words, I'll block you without a second thought. Not because I can't take it, but because I don't have to. This space is mine, and I'm sharing it with you out of trust, not obligation. I didn't write this to be dissected and graded like a school essay. I wrote it because the characters were screaming in my head and the only way to shut them up was to put them on paper. If that resonates with you—amazing. If it doesn't—that's fine too. Just don't be mean about it. Life's too short for that energy.
But if you love it? If something makes you laugh out loud, or cry when you're not expecting it, or think about it hours after you've put the book down? Please tell me. Vote. Comment. Like. Interact. Those little notifications? They're like caffeine shots to my soul. That energy fuels me more than you know. It tells me that maybe, just maybe, I'm not shouting into the void.
I'm not promising perfection. I'm promising honesty. Raw, unfiltered, sometimes clumsy, always real storytelling. I'll give you characters who feel like people you might know, dialogues that sound like actual conversations, and moments that hurt because they're true. Whether you enjoy it or just manage to get through it, I appreciate you being here. You didn't have to be. But you are.
So welcome again—officially. Stay if you want. Leave if you must. But either way, you're part of this now. You've been initiated into my little world, and there's truly no turning back.
Muhaha. 😈 (Okay, I'll stop now.)
Love you or hate you—either way, thanks for reading. Enjoy or manage. 😙🖤
*Ariana*I stood there like an idiot long after Tristan disappeared around the corner.My heart was doing that thing I hated—the fast, fluttery thing that made me feel like I'd just run a marathon. But I wasn't running. I was standing still. Frozen.Tonight. The Dungeon.What the hell was that supposed to mean? And why did he want me to bring Brit?I shook my head, forcing myself to move. I couldn't stand there all day looking like a lost puppy. I had a reputation to maintain.---Lunch couldn't come fast enough.I found my usual table already occupied by the usual suspects—Kyle, Ashton, and Bel. They were all staring at me like I'd grown a second head."So," Bel said, dragging the word out like she was about to interrogate me. "Care to explain why the entire school is talking about you storming into the gym with your siblings and beating up Davis?"I slid into my seat, grabbing a fry from Kyle's tray. "I didn't beat him up. Brit did most of the work.""Details," Ashton said, leaning
ArianaThe whispers followed me like a shadow.Every step I took through the hallway, heads turned. Eyes widened. Voices dropped to hushed murmurs. The gym incident had spread like wildfire, and now everyone knew exactly what happened to Davis and his little side piece.Good. Let them talk. I'm still yet to talk to my friends about what really went down I was still riding the high from that moment—the look on Davis's face when Brit punched him, the way Sandra shrunk back when Matt got in her face, the satisfying sound of their footsteps as they fled like cowards. I hadn't felt this powerful in days.But then I turned the corner and saw him.Tristan Hales. Leaning against my locker like he owned it. Like he owned me.My stride didn't falter. I wasn't about to let him see me hesitate."Well, well," I said, stopping a few feet away. "If it isn't my favorite stalker. Should I get a restraining order, or are you just naturally this obsessed?"Tristan didn't laugh. He didn't even smirk.Th
ArianaBrit is crazy, I tell y'all. The Cabin? Now she's tryna murder someone. Oh my God."Brit, that wasn't cool at all. You can't just go around threatening people.""Mmm, sure I can. I just did.""I'm telling you, watch it.""Or else what? Pussy.""I pretty sure you don't wanna test me.""Oh yes I am.""Okay, you guys should just stop. Brit is all scary and shit, but angry Matt is much more scary. I guess it's true what they say—the most playful ones are the scariest when they're angry. Or whatever."Matt shot me a look that was half amused, half threatening. I decided to keep my mouth shut after that.Anyways, back to what we're here for."Yeah, where does the douche hang out?" Matt asked, cracking his knuckles like he was about to go to war."The gym," I said, giving them a duh look. They still seemed confused though."Captain of the baseball team?" Brit asked, raising an eyebrow."Baseball? Do you even like baseball?" Matt scoffed."The things we do for love. Well, at least it's
*Tristan*"Bro, all my body aches from all those training sessions. The coach isn't really giving us space. We barely have enough time to go to the dungeon. I'm starting to wonder if that sport was even worth it," Derek asked lazily as usual."You're just making up excuses for being a pussy," I interpreted."Exactly, but he's also right. We've barely had enough time to visit the dungeon all in the name of after-school sport training," Eric reasoned."See? At least Eric supports me on this," Derek smiled smugly like he just won a lottery."I really don't," Eric said as a matter of fact.Ha. Eric never lets him rejoice, and as expected, Derek nearly exploded."I always knew you hated me," Derek said, almost on the verge of tears."Good. I almost thought I was sending off the wrong message.""Come on, dude, just let Derek be Derek."We were heading out from the locker room, and yes—we were at school before school hours. That coach is really something."Is it just me, or does everyone see
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