Hate Me Too
I never meant to fall for her. Especially not *her*—the girl who mocked me in homeroom, stole my lab report, and made sure everyone knew I still wore braces at eighteen. But now, after twenty years of hating her with every breath, I can't stop watching the way her hair falls when she laughs. And worst of all? I think she knows it. This isn’t love. It’s an addiction. And I’m already too far gone to quit.Rain smears the window as I watch her laugh across the classroom, head tilted like she owns the air we breathe. She doesn’t see me. Not really. But I see everything—the flick of her wrist, the way her uniform collar dips just enough to make my throat dry.
Then she drops her notebook. Pages scatter. Our eyes lock. And instead of walking away, I crouch to help.
Her fingers brush mine. A spark. A glitch. My chest tightens.
‘You hate me,’ she whispers, smiling like she’s won.
I do. I should. But right now, all I want is to touch her again.
The bell rings. She stands, leaving one page behind—a doodle of my name inside a heart.
Do I confront her? Pretend I didn’t see it? Or burn it before anyone else does?
Aminat Mustapha
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Mom Chose Her Students While Sacrificing Me
From childhood, I was nothing more than a tool for my mother to manipulate my father. When that failed, I became an unwanted reminder of the past she wanted to erase. She poured all her love into her students, especially the brilliant Bradley, while treating me with cold indifference or outright cruelty. When Bradley developed feelings for me, it sparked the final explosive confrontation that would change everything between us forever. This is the story of a daughter fighting for the affection of a mother who could never love her.
Brothers’ Regret After I Left
The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older brothers brought home a twelve-year-old orphaned Omega. My alpha brother seized the rare healing herb I'd spent all my savings on—herbs meant to ease my first transformation—and gave them to her instead. "You're strong enough," he growled. "You don't need such precious herbs." My beta brother snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!" I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left. They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days. My brothers, finally free of my presence, took the orphan girl on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research. I could never return home. That night, they fell apart.
Starting Over at Sixty Years Old
On the day of my wedding anniversary, I discovered a photo album revealing my husband had been taking annual wedding pictures with another woman for twenty years—since he was forty until now, when his hair has turned white. 'Eternal Love' was written in his handwriting on the back. After forty years of marriage, I've finally realized he never loved me. I've wasted half my life, but it's not too late to start over.
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