Idol Romane & Geschichten

I turned around slowly, pasting a wide, empty smile on my face. The man standing behind me wore a deep maroon suit tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders. A half-mask fashioned from dark leather covered the upper portion of his face, but his lips were curved into a vicious little smirk. I recognized the gold insignia pinned to his lapel instantly. Adrian had forced me to memorize the family crests on the car ride over. This man belonged to the Uncle's faction. He was a direct enemy in the inheritance war, and he was standing close enough to smell my fear.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

A tiny smile rested on her lips, as if she was having the sweetest dream. In her mind... She was standing inside a massive concert venue. Thousands of fans were screaming. Confetti filled the air. Lights flashed everywhere. Music echoed around her. And standing before her... Was an incredibly handsome K-pop idol. Tall. Fair-skinned. Perfect features. Dressed in a crisp white polo shirt. Slowly... He leaned closer. "Oppa..." she murmured in her sleep. The "idol" smiled. She slowly wrapped her arms around him. "Don't leave yet..."

I mean, I could have went home, dressed nice and smell okay if Marcelo had given me a heads-up. How can I meet my freaking idol now when I was smelling like sweat and booze? "If I had told you will you have agreed to come?" Marcelo teased, almost sounding like the asshole Marcelo I was used to. "Why not?" I scoffed, rubbing my neck. "You think it's everyday I get to meet my idol?" "Easy. It's just Tyler." He snorted and I just chuckled. I glanced over my shoulder, watching T-Jay with so much adoration. I shook my head, smiling. "It's not 'just Tyler'. He's my favourite singer and a popstar."

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Lance nodded fast, but the words vomited out anyway . “I know, Alpha. It’s just… she’s a legend. Female syndicates still whisper her name like prayer. Demonic. Strategic. Outplayed cartels twice her size with nothing but a smile and a body count. She’s… she’s my idol.” Idol. The word landed like a lit match in gasoline. I pictured carving it out of his tongue with the table knife slowly and watching him choke on reverence. My fingers curled and the wood groaned under my grip.

Ten years ago, a fire broke out at my school. I saved four friends, but the flames left me an idiot. The four of them stood beside my hospital bed and cried, swearing they would spend the rest of their lives making it up to me. They were afraid I would get bullied, so they gave up their spots at two of the country's top universities and went to community college with me instead. They were afraid someone would trick me into leaving them, so the other three pushed Joshua Summers to confess his feelings for me. I had once said I envied people who lived in houses that didn't leak, so all four of them saved every cent they had and bought me a house for Joshua and me to live in after we marrie

He gasped in surprise, “How do you know my name?” “I know everything.” She smiled. “Well, my name is Aiden, missy.” The other boy said in a very composed manner. He stretched out his hand for her to shake. “Hello there, Mr. Aiden. My name is Penelope.” She shook his hands. “You guys can call me Penny.” “Would you like to see our toys now?” Liam asked. "Yes, of course." She smiled and said to them and then went inside their room.

"You're an idiot." Eleanor muttered under her breath as she stared at the mess Finn created on the kitchen counter. "You can call these two, plain idiots but call me a handsome idiot." Finn grinned while pointing towards Caleb and Charlie. His white pearly smile was bewitching. If she didn't have Leon as her man, there were slight chances that she would be whipped by Finn. He's damn handsome, no wonder all the girls kept staring at him wherever he goes but he's not as good as her Leon.

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