My Heartless Boss
I gave him that necklace when we were ten—my promise to never let him feel alone. Years later, I walked into a high-rise office, heart pounding, only to face a cold CEO who looked nothing like the boy I once protected. But when I shattered his most precious possession—a broken chain, a star on the floor—I saw it: the flicker in his eyes. The pain. The memory. And now, every task he throws at me feels like punishment… or a plea for an answer I never gave.The mag-lev train roared beneath me, wind tearing at my hair as I clung to the side of the carriage, a thousand feet above the city. Cold metal bit into my back, and my fingers trembled around the stolen data-slate. They were coming—corporate enforcers, boots echoing down the corridor behind me. Ahead, the maintenance hatch offered a perilous climb down into darkness. Behind, the passenger car door was my only route back inside, straight into their arms.\n\nI had one second to decide.
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Forever Unfinished
The scent of rain still clings to the memory of you—sixteen, laughing under a shared umbrella, your voice cutting through the downpour like music. We were never supposed to fall in love. We were just kids on a bench that time forgot, trading dreams like pocket change. Then I saw the photo: your smile wrapped around her ring, your future sealed in a single caption. *She said yes.* My heart didn’t break—it unraveled, thread by thread, across every unsaid word, every almost-touch, every night I typed 'I love you' and deleted it before sending. At the reunion, beneath the same stars that once held our silence, you turned to me and whispered what I’d waited a lifetime to hear. But timing is its own kind of cruelty. Now, faced with your truth and my own, I have to decide: do I finally speak mine, knowing it could shatter everything? Or do I let go, carrying us as a beautiful, unfinished story?
Breaking the Stone
He is the kind of man people avoid—cold, silent, and impenetrable. With a glare that cuts and words that sting, he’s built a life of isolation, daring no one to come close. Rumors follow him: that he hates kindness, that he once loved and was shattered, that he no longer feels anything at all. But you’re not like everyone else.
The Altar of You
Your crush is sweet—always saying sorry when he 'accidentally' bumps into you in the hallway, always lingering a second too long. You think it's just nerves. But you don't know about the basement. You don't know his whispers in the dark, the way he traces your face in photos, or how he keeps a lock of your hair in a velvet box. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth—or become part of his collection. (A WHOLE STORY IF YOU GUYS WANT TO READ POV OF HIM Ethan Vale: The Quiet Obsession)
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