High Fidelity Novel Novels & Stories

It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years. "That explains why you agreed to marry me the moment I suggested it to you. You've had a thing for me right from the start!" I lifted my chin with a smug expression. "That's right. I fell in love with you first," Henry said before kissing me. … The next day, I headed out to do some window shopping. Once I was done, I was waiting at the entrance of the mall when Carl ambushed me. "I made a terrible mistake, Iris. I now realize that I don't love Angela. You're the one I love," Carl said, his voice pleading. It was as though he was begging me to take pity on him.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

she muttered, the word tasting of ash, before ending the call. The phone dropped from her hand onto the marble countertop. The hopeful morning sunlight now felt accusatory. The hopelessness wasn't just an emotion; it was a physical wave that made her body tremble, forcing her to grip the edge of the sink. The fear of Adrian coming back into her life, peeling away the layers of safety and normalcy she’d grafted onto herself, was a cold nausea in her gut. She had done everything right. She’d moved states, changed her name through marriage, built a career as a freelance graphic designer—a ghost with a vibrant online portfolio. And yet, he’d found her. A single comment on her husband’s public F*

Ignoring the contempt on her face, I said, "Do you think I'm materialistic? That I accept all your gifts for the money? I'll return it all to you. I just want you as a friend." The day before, when she showered me with the gifts, I had found it all too extravagant to accept them. I refused once, but Rachel said that I would not be a very good friend if I turned down her gifts. Perhaps she was testing me at the time. Rachel looked at the gifts in disgust, as if they were all trash. Then, she looked at me, saying, "These are nothing to me. I'll say it once more: get lost. Otherwise, I'll call the cops and sue you for trespassing. My husband-to-be is powerful and rich, not to mention that he lo

“Because you think I can beat her.” “That’s part of it.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “But it’s also because you don’t take sides easily. You look for the truth, even when it’s messy. I respect that.” Ava maintained his gaze, searching for the fractures in his glossy shell. There were many, but none that gave her what she was seeking for. “You’re a difficult man to believe,” she responded finally. “And yet, you’re still here.” By the time Ava left his penthouse, the city was quiet. She leaned against her car, her mind whirling. Roman had given her more than enough to doubt her mother’s innocence, but it wasn’t enough to trust him fully.

"Got anything left to sweet-talk her with? Or are you planning the hundredth proposal?" They all burst out laughing. They were right. I had prepared ninety-nine proposals just to make Justine happy. For three years, I kept trying, never backing down. But now, I had nothing left. My mother's eyes welled up. "Get out of here, you little pricks!" But they barely noticed, pulling a confidentiality agreement I'd signed from my bag. They laughed, showing it around like it was a treasure. "Look, he's joining a medical research project, and he'll have to work in a secret facility for ten years."

He had the nerve to still text me. Lovely. I open up the chat. Zain (17 missed calls) Zain (9 new voice notes) Zain: We need to talk. Call me. Now. Zain: You can’t seriously be pulling this stunt. Zain: Adele, this is not how you handle things. You’re being emotional. Zain: Don’t ruin your life because of one mistake. Zain: We both know what this really is. One mistake? He slept with my best friend, and somehow I’m the one being dramatic? Men are such gifted delusionists, truly. I open one of the voice notes, just to confirm that, yes, he's still the human embodiment of a douche bag.

“I… I do not wish to disclose.” She giggled. “Totally understandable! Especially if you guys have read the book.” She looked at the audience inside the studio. “Who among you has read her novel?” I felt a bit suffocated after finding out that more than half of the people there has read High School Love Affair. “But nonetheless, it is definitely worth reading.” She smiled at me. “I’d like to ask though… what was the most embarrassing thing that the heroine has done for the hero in your story?”

I rest my chin on my palm as I start reading. I am used to her small favors like asking me if it is okay to read her work. A favor that I truly enjoy, but this is the first time I read a steamy part of her novel. ‘It was just us in the elevator. When the door closed, he pressed me against the wall. His mouth kissed me hungrily. I kissed back, intoxicated with his scent, with his touch. As he pinned me against the wall, I could feel his erection pressed against me.’