Novels

My college entrance exam scores came out, and I sent a message to my online boyfriend. "I can't get into Harvard, goodbye." Then I turned around and went to MIT, blocking him in the process. Turns out, during a freshman lab session, the grad student teaching the class called me out. "Come on, solve this problem. I've taught you this before." Me: "..." Are you kidding me?! Why is my online boyfriend, who wanted me to go to Harvard, at MIT?! Part 1: My grades took a nosedive after I chose my major in junior year of high school. I was terrified

Ethan hadn't come home all night. My heart sank with every passing hour until he finally stumbled through the door the next morning, looking exhausted. "That crazy bitch," he muttered, cutting off whatever I was about to say. He sat beside me, fuming. "She was playing me! Said some creep was following her. Like anyone would stalk her!" His words eased my anxiety slightly. I leaned closer. "She's really disrupting our lives, Ethan. Can you just… not answer her calls anymore?" He gave a wry smile. "I wish it were that easy. She uses different numbers. It's impossible to block her." "Don't worry," he

I ran away three days before my wedding. Ethan, my fiancé, killed himself in our new house and left everything to me. While I was packing up his things, I saw walls covered in my pictures, the floor still stained with blood. His assistant told me, "Mr. Hayes loved you for years. His depression was severe. Seeing you, thinking of you, was the only thing that made him feel better…" Everything was terrifying, suffocating, and strangely, incredibly sad. So, when I got a second chance, faced with my best friend Liam’s escape plan, I smiled and said, "I'm not going."

My head throbbed, a dull ache that mirrored the confusion swirling in my mind. The doctor had warned me about possible amnesia after the accident. I tried to make a joke of it, turning to the man sitting by my bedside and asking, "So, remind me, who are you again?" He hesitated, his expression unreadable. "We're... just friends," he finally said, his voice flat. Just friends? I stared at John, the "just friends" hanging in the air like a stale scent. This wasn't John, the John who'd spent the last seven years of my life making me playlists filled with inside jokes

My mom has this notebook. It’s like a running tally of every penny she spent raising me. After another blowout argument, she told me I needed to pay her back. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll pay you back. Every last cent.” And the life you gave me, too. 1. The hospital called, reminding me about my fifth chemo appointment tomorrow. I glanced at my savings account: $72,326.18. I told them I wouldn't be coming. The nurse sounded confused. "With treatment, you could live another year, maybe even longer. If you stop now, if you let the cancer spread…you might have less than three

Before college entrance exams, I snuck and took the love letter the prom queen, Sarah, wrote to my childhood friend, Josh. They never got together. He hated me for it, forever. After he found out I had a crush on him, he called me jealous, manipulative, and toxic, swearing he’d never feel the same. Then we both died in a car crash. His dying words were that if he could do it over, he’d beg me not to ruin things with Sarah again. His wish came true. I got a second chance. I didn’t take the letter. Then, so he and

I’d been locked in a bitter war with Sean for almost a decade. He paraded around with a string of girlfriends, and I clung to half his fortune. We both held each other's weak spots, neither willing to back down. But today, I was finally ready to divorce him. Because…I was dying. 1 I stared at the diagnosis, my hand trembling slightly before I dialed Sean’s number. "Where are you?" "None of your business." We were husband and wife, but even asking about each other's whereabouts was considered an overstep. "Come home," I tapped my fingers on the table. "We're getting a divorce." "Ha," he scoffed

At the reunion, he was the picture of success, with his stunning girlfriend by his side. "If you hadn't let him go," she said, her eyes fixed on me, "you'd be Mrs. Sterling of Sterling Industries right now." He sat across the table, his arm around his girlfriend, his face a mask of indifference. "That's all water under the bridge." The crowd, always hungry for drama, ate it up, egging us on. Under his gaze, I instinctively covered the scar on my wrist, forcing a smile. “Yeah, we… we’re ancient history.” 1. “Wasn’t it you who broke up with him, Tara?” someone asked, taking advantage

My neighbors hated my piano practice, so I bought a condo in a ghost complex. I'm the only living person in the whole building – play whatever I want, as loud as I want! One day, during an especially intense session, a voice boomed out, "For crying out loud, the fourth measure is wrong, wrong, WRONG!" I was creeped out, but intrigued. "Hey, maestro, care to give a pointer?" 01 I practiced piano like it was my job – twelve hours a day. Everywhere I lived, people complained. The realtor told me about this place out in the suburbs; dirt-cheap rent, good management, and best