Novels

Three years ago, he sneered at me in front of our friends, "You're so lovesick, it's pathetic. I was just playing around." I was devastated, so distracted that I fell and hurt my leg on the way home. Years later, I handed out invitations at our class reunion. "I'm getting married, hope to see you all there." When I got to him, he flicked the invitation away with a smirk. "Who gave you the permission to marry someone else?" Little did he know, the groom-to-be was sitting right across from me, calmly observing the whole scene. 1. "I can't believe Sarah Mitchell is

My whole family got a do-over. A redo. A second chance at life. Last time around, my dad, mom, brother, and even my little genius brother, all sided with the fake heiress. This time, things are…different. It started when Tiffany, the girl my parents mistakenly believed was their daughter for seventeen years, demanded a bigger room. Dad gave her old one to me. Then she wanted extra tutoring from Ethan, my whiz-kid brother. Ethan, instead, started following me around, begging to help me study. Tiffany wanted Justin, my pop-star older brother, to come to school and show her off. He came,

My heart did this weird fluttery, painful thing, like a trapped bird trying to beat its way out of my chest. It happened sometimes, out of the blue. And the only cure? A kiss from Noah freaking Evans, my nemesis since birth. One minute we'd be locked in a death glare, the next I'd be clutching his shirt, tears welling up, begging, "Please, Noah, just one kiss." He'd raise an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Any kind of kiss?" he'd ask, all teasing and infuriating. See, Noah and I had this rivalry that went back to diapers. Our dads, best

I had a crush on him for years, and I finally made my move. At the high school reunion, I pretended to be drunk, cornered him, and, well, you know. Halfway through, I panicked. Regret hit me like a ton of bricks. So, I redressed him, trying to pretend nothing happened. Except his clothes were kinda ripped, and I couldn’t get his belt buckle back together… I stood there for three seconds, praying he’d wake up with amnesia. Then, I ran. I hopped on the first Greyhound bus back to my hometown that night. The next morning, my mom found me on

My neighbor, Ethan, was a piano prodigy. Awards piled up before he even turned sixteen. But then he met Sarah, a girl from my class. He let her sit, giggling, on his beloved Steinway while she kissed him. For her, he ditched practice, trashed the piano, and spiraled. So, I told his parents. Ethan was shipped off to a music conservatory in Austria. Years later, he became a huge success, a shining star in the entertainment industry. And me? I landed an internship at his company, hoping to break into the music scene myself. He barely glanced up, pointed at me,

When I went off to college in the city, Jake Harding was living it up, dating every girl in his social circle. For some reason, he took an interest in me - the plain, shy, quiet girl. His grand romantic gestures started to win me over. But not even a month into our relationship, he dumped me, saying he was bored.

I'm a flight attendant. My husband, Mark, is successful, but he doesn't love me. Every month, he’d be on one of my flights, always with a different glamorous woman. It cut me like a knife, but I played my part, plastered a smile on my face, and pretended everything was okay. The last time, as the plane was landing, I leaned in and whispered, "Mark, I agree to the divorce. I'm off tomorrow. Let's do it." The plane cruised smoothly at 30,000 feet. I was in the galley checking meal carts when the senior purser approached. "Sarah," she said, scanning the

My roommate's high school online sweetheart? Yeah, that was me. I swore off that game the second I got to college, hoping to take that secret to my grave. Then he accidentally found out while borrowing my phone. His face went ice cold. "Ethan," he said, his voice flat. "Was it fun pretending to be a girl?" "I was heartbroken for a year," he continued, "and now you're telling me you're a guy?" On my first day of college, I thought the guy across from me sounded familiar. I didn't think much of it until last night, when Liam invited us

I once helped a bullied classmate out of the goodness of my heart. He was picked on, so I stood up for him. His family was poor, so I brought him breakfast every day. Until the day he shyly confessed his feelings for me, egged on by the other kids. I rejected him. And then, later, I heard him in the school bathroom, smoking a cigarette, saying, "Sarah? Oh, I've already had her. She acts all innocent, but she's practically begging for it." I went from queen bee to social pariah. My dad went to his family to confront them, and