The Perks Of Being A Wallflower นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The contrast made whispers spread like wildfire. And then, the air shifted. He entered like he owned the floor beneath his polished shoes. Percy. My chest tightened before I even turned fully. He carried an aura too large for this hall—handsome and commanding. Women turned their heads as if by instinct, their laughter softening into coy whispers. He didn’t look at any of them. His eyes sought me. “Congratulations,” Percy said, his smile as warm. “Golden League University, top honors. You are full of surprises."

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Her heart fluttered feeling his stare on her, she hoped no one would notice. Then he looked away, as if she wasn’t even significant enough to hold his attention. She returned to her seat and tucked her sketchbook back inside her backpack, not wanting to give Suzy another chance to embarrass her. Classes were over, and Reyna rushed home that evening. The whole school had been buzzing about how amazing the party would be, but she didn’t care. No one would want her there anyway. Reyna Styles was a nobody. From her thick-lensed glasses to her wild curly red hair, her chubby figure, and her unfortunate fashion sense, she was labeled the ugly duckling, an outcast, a misfit among them all.

I think it's time to teach you a lesson. I saw the smug smile Giselle flashed at me when she turned around. Hansel seemed like a stranger to me at that moment. The version of Hansel who had unconditional trust in me was long gone. My phone buzzed again. This time, it was the cemetery worker who had called. "Ms. Colby, I'm sorry to inform you that we have to move your child's gravesite for exceptional reasons. We will compensate you doubly for the move."

He paced the small space, trying to shake the memory of her teasing smirk, the way her eyes had danced with amusement. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Back in school, girls rarely even noticed him unless they needed help with an assignment. He had always been the quiet, awkward guy in the background, watching but never participating. And now? Now he had a neighbor who looked like she belonged in a magazine, openly toying with him like it was a sport. Ethan exhaled sharply and sat down on his couch, rubbing his hands over his face. He needed to focus on something else. Anything else.

As such, she could only keep things to herself. It seemed that the situations with Pierre and Wanda, as well as with Mercer, were beyond her control for now. She could only watch and see how things developed. Suddenly, her WhatsApp chimed. Calla picked up her phone and saw that it was a message from Mercer. "I can't sleep because I'm thinking of you, so I'm sending you a message. I hope that's not against the rules." Calla smiled upon seeing the message. When did Mercer become so considerate? The Mercer she knew had always been domineering and brutish. But now, he seemed to have suddenly become civilized. He even knew to apologize and ask for permission beforehand.

Aaaahhh, she didn't understand that the high heels didn't help because if I had come in sneakers, I was sure I could have run instead of walking like the exorcist. The latest disaster of Gisela was being late for her appointment, and to top it off, the man who needed to get married was the same one she had crashed into and dazzled. Everything seemed like a fairytale. Now I have nowhere to put my face. The perfect and dangerous man for my mental stability is right in front of me. I won't deny that he intimidates me, makes me nervous, and worst of all, he keeps looking at me from head to toe, as if I had my face painted.

I let the ambient sounds layer back over me one by one: frogs first, then crickets, then the soft complaints of fish moving in the shallows, then the distant voices of the other kids spreading out through the trees. My plan was the same as always. Wait to be found. Be discovered as unremarkable. Go home. Grow up quietly. Maybe teach the little ones someday, marry some decent lower-rank wolf, have a small life of my own design. Keep the Switch as a useful thing, a practical thing, not the center of anything. That was the plan. That's what Mama had done and she was happy and she was good and that was what mattered. The footsteps arrived before I finished the thought.

promise me that you will do all my wishes against Becky, and If you refused to do my wish, I will send an email to the company, and they will send you back to me, and we will continue to enjoy the hardships In our house," her mom said, "Mom, please don't do that, I'm done with hardships, and I will have to contend with my salary," Flora said, "I understand you well, I'm relocating to New York soon, I just want you to be confirmed," her mom said, "alright mom, soothe yourself, when you arrived, let me know," Flora said, and she ended up with a phone conversation, Meanwhile, Becky and Harrison went shopping for the kids, because he realized that Becky was given him space, and she want to entic

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END