Novels

After the school gave the guaranteed admission spot to the girl who bullied me, I decided to tank everything. Physics competition? Nope. Representative speech? No way. The seven-school joint exam? I handed in a blank paper. But when the school board came to visit and my dad, who's a board member, asked to see me, I couldn't exactly skip that. So I went straight up to him and complained, "Dad, the school's playing favorites." It all started when the joint exam scores came out. I got a 2280 (perfect score is 2400), the highest in our grade. But instead of congratulations, I

My name is Jenny, and I'm a pet vlogger. One day, I was doing my usual "playing dead" prank on my Alaskan Malamute, Balto, for a livestream. Suddenly, Balto stood up on his hind legs and… lit a cigarette. The comments section exploded. "The dog’s like, 'She’s actually dead? Time to drop the act!'" someone wrote. After that, I went viral filming Balto mimicking human behavior. I was raking in the views, living the dream. That is, until another pet vlogger, Mark, requested a live collab. His face was pale as he asked me, "Does your dog… have a stitched-up

My fiancé of three years, who'd been giving me the silent treatment, proposed to his first love at a huge, once-in-a-decade Hollywood gala. Later, I posted a sweet engagement announcement on Instagram: "Getting married!" He called me that night, furious. "Ashley, I never said I was marrying you." I replied, all smiles, "I never said the groom was you either." Then, a set of photos went viral, shocking the whole city. The most powerful man in LA, Ethan Blackwood, had his arms open, letting me fall into his embrace, and he bent his head down, letting me kiss him. 1. As I finished

The NASA awards ceremony. My husband, John, handed the award that should have been mine to his newly returned first love, Sarah. In front of everyone, he accused me of plagiarism and revoked my promotion. Everyone expected a dramatic outburst, a tearful denial. Instead, I smiled faintly and personally pinned the badge onto Sarah’s chest. “A new position calls for a celebration, right? How about a wedding? I’ll be your officiant.” They didn’t know the rocket blueprints were mine and mine alone. The entire project’s funding rested on my reputation. I wanted to see if Sarah was a brilliant aerospace

Now, I was breaking it piece by piece, stuffing it into the trash can.\n\"Who was Christopher fighting for?\" I asked, cutting straight to the point.

My name is Sarah, or at least it used to be. Before I became a vegetable, I was known as the fake heiress. I used to have the world at my feet, but after the real heiress, Emily, showed up, I became the unwanted guest. My dad was wary of me trying to grab the family fortune, my mom wanted me to move out, my brother called me a thief, and my fiancé, well, he dumped me. I was guilty, the worst kind of guilty. I had nothing to repay them with, except my life. But even in that, I

I was reheating the damn dinner for the seventh time when Jake finally walked through the door. “You’re… “ I started, a smile frozen on my face. But when I saw the girl behind him, the smile instantly evaporated. Jake didn’t even glance my way. He was already bent over, rooting around in the shoe cabinet for house slippers for Tiffany. “Quick, take off your coat, you’re soaked,” he was saying. “Don’t want you catching a cold. You’re already so delicate.” I rubbed the spot on my hand where I'd burned myself making the dumplings this afternoon. Yeah, it still

I'd been groomed to be a Hudson wife since I was a kid. At twenty, I married Holden. At twenty-four, I gave birth to our son, Henry. Henry was a lot like Holden, quiet and reserved, not particularly close to me. Every night, I’d bring them both a glass of warm milk before bed. But one night, Holden knocked his glass over, and Henry secretly poured his down the drain. That’s when I started to feel…done. When I handed Holden the divorce papers, he frowned, annoyed. "All this, over that?" "Yeah," I said, "all this, over that." "What about Henry?" he asked, his

To avoid getting bullied, I told the mean girls I was the school bad boy's girlfriend. From then on, I made sure to be seen around him every day, pretending we were close. One day, the leader of the mean girls dragged me to a secluded spot behind the bleachers. "Lying, huh? Bad boy's girlfriend, huh? Who are you trying to fool with all these lies?!" Suddenly, the bad boy himself, Jason, strolled out, hands in his pockets, and pulled me into his arms. "My girl? You wanna mess with her?" 1. My homeroom teacher, Mr. Henderson, called me out into the