Torn Between Hearts
I never asked to be wanted by everyone. But here I am—pulled in three directions, each one threatening to break me. Jordan won’t accept that we’re over. Jarvis looks at me like I’m a puzzle he’s desperate to solve. And Marvin? He grins like he already knows the answer. The truth is, I don’t know who I want… or who I should want. One wrong choice could cost me my heart, my reputation, or even my sanity.My phone buzzes for the tenth time in twenty minutes. Same name. Jordan.
I stare at the screen, heart pounding. We broke up two months ago. He still texts like we’re together—good morning, good night, I miss you, I know you miss me too. Today, he left a single rose on my dorm pillow. No note. Just the thorns.
Across the quad, Jarvis stands under the oak tree, holding a book I lent him. He smiles, soft and patient. Safe. Then Marvin leans against the bike rack, winking, twirling his keys like a challenge. "Running from ghosts or toward something better?" he calls out.
Before I can answer, my phone lights up again. This time, a photo. Me, yesterday, walking home. Taken from behind.
I look around. Who’s watching me now?
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Beneath the Surface
I can feel Lina’s breath beneath me—warm, trembling, alive. Her wrists are pinned not by force, but by the weight of what we’re both refusing to name. And yet, it’s Hazel I keep thinking about. Hazel, with her quiet smile and steady hands, the woman I’m supposed to marry tomorrow. This shouldn’t be happening. But every time I try to pull away, something in me pulls back harder.
Hearts and Hierarchies
I never asked to be here—Starling High, where wealth whispers power and every glance is a judgment. I’m Amy, the girl who slipped through the cracks of privilege because my sister Amber caught the eye of Zech Davis, heir to a empire. Now I walk these marble halls surrounded by gods in cashmere, watching Emery Alvin flaunt her silver spoon, while I try not to stare at Emerald, the untouchable king of it all. But secrets have weight. Like how Kelsea Davis watches Adrian Quin like he’s the only real thing in this gilded cage. Like how Silvia Heidvon thinks love is a trophy she can claim. And me? I just want to survive without becoming someone’s pawn.
The Heir's Temptation
The feeling of having Andrea underneath me the Nivea I am drawn to which I couldn't resist and my fiance I never wanted to be tamed—but Lewis Blackthorn thrives on breaking girls like me. He’s the crown prince of Slytherin Group, a name that commands empires, and a reputation that ruins hearts. I’m just Andrea, the girl who doesn’t play his games. But he wants me more than power, more than control. And yet… he’s drowning in others too. Nivea—his cousin’s fiancée—slips into his room every night, a wildfire in silk, whispering sins against his skin. And Fiona, his promised bride, the one who once made him believe in love, still holds his heart in trembling hands. I see the war in his eyes. One wrong choice could destroy them all. But if I step into this mess, will I break him—or finally mke
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