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Belle. Ethan didn’t believe in rumors. Not really. People talked too much. Added details that didn’t exist. Filled silence with lies just to feel important. So he never asked. Never cared enough to. All he knew was simple— A guy died. And somehow… She was there when it happened. That was it. That was all. But today— Today didn’t feel like “just a story.” --- The hallway felt wrong. Not loud. Not chaotic. Not normal. It was quieter than usual, but not in a peaceful way.

I look like the discount version of myself. Perfect for tonight. My thumb hovers over the one chat icon that matters most. Bogotá & the Idiots. Their profile picture is pure nepotism energy: Isabella in red lipstick, Tessa with tear-streaked cheeks, Emmett behind them flipping off the camera. Accurate. My last message is still from yesterday. KR: [still alive. stop planning my funeral.] Their replies sit underneath it, lined up like a coordinated attack. ISABELLA: [YOU’RE INSANE]

You don’t get to punish me for not breaking the way you expected. I am not yours anymore. And if that burns you, good. Because your touch doesn’t make me feel special. It makes me feel sick. And just so you know? Bad angle for kissing. #TheGlassWife #PagesIllDeleteLater #IDoesntBelongToYou #BadKisser”

ZARA: The Girl He Doesn’t See I was going to tell him tonight. It was stupid, Yeah, I knew it. But my best friend was laughing across the room, pouring tequila into a red solo cup for a girl who looked like she walked off a P*******t board, and my heart was doing that annoying thing where it cracked quietly inside my chest. Again. Jace Maddox. Leather jacket. Sloppy grin. The boy who once punched a guy in the face for calling me a fat whale in ninth grade.

Angelina snorted. "I'm guessing, your boyfriend must be inconsiderate, right?" Alex smiled wryly when she said that. "You don't even know him, so don't judge him so carelessly. Don't you realize it's my boyfriend you're mocking?" sneered Angelina. Alex chuckled sarcastically. "I don't need to know him to judge him," Alex said confidently. "Don't be such a big shot. Who the hell are you?" Angelina sneered again. "I'm Alexander Dominik, and everyone says I'm great." Alex boasted. Angelina only replied with a snort.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

She was quick to open an account and clicked on the blog link that Kelvin had sent her. Apparently, it was an only student school forum and the students could post all sorts of stuff in the forum, from gossip about teachers to students. The link Kelvin had sent her was a blog post of someone talking about how she had embarrassed Mr Stanely. She read through the blog before raising her eyebrow.

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

I said, raising my hands. She sighed, bringing one of my cushions and hugging it to her chest. "I'm sorry, it's been so difficult sometimes." "Don't worry. I'll find you a date." "Now? Are you crazy?" "Yeah. Crazy is my middle name." If anyone is crazy, it's Vince's best friend, Matt Daryl. He's a total badass. "That's it! I don't think Matt has a date." I said excitedly. Layla's eyes almost popped open.

“Maybe if you guys aren’t too busy this weekend you guys could come by my place and meet them?” They both say “Yes!” at the same time and I laugh. I see Maddy typing something into my phone before she hands it back. I see that she’s added her number and texted herself. I smile and then make a group text chat. I see Maddy typing something and then get a notification saying: “Maddy has changed the group name to: Bitches <3.” I let out a laugh before turning around to walk away. I shout, “See you tomorrow bitches!” over my shoulder. I find myself grinning the whole way home.