Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unrequited : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The longer I looked at him, the more my anger simmered beneath the surface. He had an innocent face, one that seemed incapable of causing harm, yet he took a life. My fists clenched tightly as I felt my frustration boil over. In a moment of loss of control, I punched him hard across the face, and I watched as he wiped the blood from his mouth, his expression a mix of shock and something deeper.“Why would you do something so terrible to someone like Mr. Collins?” I asked, my voice laced with disbelief, bracing myself for what I knew might be an empty response.He responded slowly, “I guess you don’t really understand what’s going on, do you?” I scoffed at his nonchalance.“What do you mean by that?” I asked, folding my arms defensively as I tried to read him.He looked at me, his eyes revealing a hint of pain. “The person truly responsible here is your dad. He exploited a poor man’s situation and forced him into committing murder.” His words struck me like a punch, and in a moment of

My name is Elian Collins, and I reside in a vibrant town in the heart of New York, where the streets are often alive with bustling activity. Life has unfolded as quite a journey for me, particularly after the passing of my father, a prominent politician known for his charisma and as the visionary CEO of our family business. Since his departure, my mother has stepped into leading the company with remarkable strength and resilience. While I deeply appreciate her unwavering spirit, I find myself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions regarding the significant changes our family has undergone. Driving my sleek black Mercedes gives me a sense of comfort, yet I often feel like I'm teetering on the edge of an exhilarating new chapter—one that brims with possibilities and the promise of hope.There are moments when I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t help but notice my attractiveness. It’s a reassuring realization, though it carries its own pressures and expectations

I pulled him into his living room after expressing my reluctance to attend any more classes that day. I couldn’t shake off what Kaelin did in the hallway; it kept nagging at me. I really didn’t want the new girl to misunderstand my relationship with Kae. I have to admit, she’s really pretty, if you know what I mean. I slammed the door behind us and faced my friend, feeling a surge of emotions. “What was that?” I demanded, anger bubbling up inside me as he flashed an innocent look, making me almost question whether he had done anything wrong.“You fuckin' pervert,” I screamed, unleashing all my frustration.“Is this about what I did in the hallway?”well I acted on an impulse “ he replied bluntly, and I felt my annoyance grow. I glared, aware that I was on the edge of losing my cool.“El, don’t you think you’re overreacting? It’s not like this is the first time I’ve done something like this,” he continued, a casual tone in his voice. “Why the hell are you getting so worked up? I was jus

“Dad, I’m home!” I called out cheerfully as I stepped into our cozy kitchen, the warmth wrapping around me like a soft blanket. The unmistakable scent of simmering spaghetti sauce filled the air, mingling with the inviting aroma of freshly baked garlic bread. I dropped my school bag with a soft thud on the tiled floor, I was eager to embrace my dad, who was busy hovering over the stove, meticulously stirring the bubbling pot.“Did you find your classes engaging today?” he asked, his arms enveloping me in a warm hug, his rough hands brushing against my hair as he held me close. “Absolutely, Dad! Today was more than just interesting—I made a friend!" I said, my excitement bubbling up like the frothy sauce. “His name is Ronald, and I’m so grateful for the scholarship that opened the doors to such a prestigious school. It feels like a dream!”“That’s fantastic news, Liv! Anything else about your day you’d like to share?” Dad inquired, his brows lifting in encouragement as he adjusted the

We ended up getting to school late today, and I can't help but lay some of the blame on Kaelin. He took forever in the shower, and I was also caught up in trying to persuade him about what to wear. He insisted on sticking with his usual all-black outfit, but I felt today should be different—there's a time for everything, and not every day is meant for mourning. I wanted him to feel more comfortable and approachable, as I know his style can intimidate some of the other kids. In the end, I managed to convince him to wear something more colorful, and it was amazing to see how much that changed his demeanor. For once, he actually looked cheerful, which is a rare sight for anyone who knows him well. I ended up wearing his oversized clothes, but I didn’t mind—they felt comfortable.As we navigated through the bustling hallways, I asked him, “Hey, how’s the baby?” He looked a bit confused at first. I could tell he wasn't quite following me.“I mean, I thought you were having a baby in the sh