Unscramble Closely Novels & Stories

Jacob, senior "Did you look at the CCTV?" "I did, but it was a flop," Andrew says. "I couldn't get a good look at the person because they were completely covered from head to toe and wore a cap. That person dressed in various outfits every day, which confused me regarding wearing style." 'There's a reason they call it a secret crush,' I thought. It's like a hidden mission for each of us to hide in the shadows and express our feelings for the person we like. You'd never be able to find us until we reveal it by ourselves. Hahaha.'

“The one person I don’t want to be exposed to” Jace’s brows drew together. “Why?” his tone was demanding. she shook her head, a small, helpless motion. Her eyes returned to his, intense and uncertain all at once. “I don’t know” The words barely formed on her lips when he closed the distance. Jace’s hand came up, firm and unhesitating, his fingers threading into her hair as he captured her mouth with his. The kiss was sudden, rough around the edges, charged with frustration and restraint breaking at once.

My mouth waters instantly as I lean even closer, suffocating myself with this fragrance. His hard lean chest pressing against my palms, which I used originally to braze myself. We are so close now, I could feel his breath break as it touches my forehead slightly, I couldn’t see his eyes, but I know he is staring. I want to see, I must! is he staring out of disgust, or does his senses default to desire so close to me? My fingers twitched slightly on his broad chest, not fully sure how to drop them. Damn it! I pull my head up slowly, his jaw filled with the tiniest bit of stubble, developing a five o’clock shadow, through his face I gulped softly, realizing myself. As my gaze settled on his.

Abigail remained rooted to her spot, unable to move, as the conversation progressed. “Now that you mention it, the woman who wore the Crimson Fate necklace—I saw her for the first time that night. She seemed so special, as if the Crimson Fate was meant for her. That necklace is rarely showcased,” another remarked. Abigail bit her lip, silently praying that the women wouldn't turn around and recognize her, especially given her distinctive hair color that stood out. As the women continued their discussion, Abigail noticed the elevator behind her open. Seizing the opportunity to avoid further scrutiny, she quickly stepped inside.

Today, she noticed me again. Brief eye contact. Just a flicker. She looked away, uneasy. Good. She needs to be scared of the world—of everyone but me. I want her to feel unsafe around men. I want her instincts to scream when anyone else gets close. Because I'm the only one who can make her feel safe. The only one who truly understands her. The only one who loves her the way she deserves.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally said, "I want to apologize to you, Nova. To be honest, I've always liked you as a person and wanted to be your friend but then Ella and I have been best friends since childhood and you two seemed to be enemies, which was something I could never understand. You are both beautiful, intelligent, well mannered and you come from good families. All the qualities you both need to be good friends are there but..... Well, I guess that's how girls are. I didn't want to be in the middle of the enmity between you and Ella so I just distanced myself from you but I always looked at you, secretly though. With just sixteen months left until we graduate, I was w