so like, my best friend just spilled my secret to someone, right? now i'm literally envisioning my entire life imploding, much like the Pretoria Capitals when they played against the Paarl Royals last week. i mean, like, do they even remember the last time they won? meanwhile, my secret is out and i'm here contemplating my next move. should i disappear into the void or pull a stunt that could outs...
Story Name: "My Fake Love to Make Him Jealous Became My Real Heartbreak" Part 5 of 5 My heart races. I can’t move. I’m caught between the shimmering scene before me and the storm brewing inside. Isabella pulls back, her gaze locked onto mine. “Did you really think you could win him over?” she taunts, her lips curling into a cruel smile. Ethan frowns, confusion flickering across his face. “What’...
Story Name: "I Thought He Was Broke, But He Was My Billionaire Test" Part 5 of 8 I can’t breathe. My fingers tremble as I try to process what he just said. “You were using me?” My voice barely breaks the silence, shaky and uncertain. His face is a mask of defiance. “Not using you—testing you.” “Testing me? Like some... experiment?” I feel my eyes widen, disbelief washing over me. “Exactly,” he snaps. “You think I’d settle for just anyone? I needed to know if you’d stick around when the facade crumbles.” “Facade?” The word tastes bitter in my mouth. My heart pounds, fury igniting within me. “So all those late-night talks about our dreams, our future—were they just lies?” He takes a step forward, his expression shifting from anger to something softer. “No. Those were real. But this...
Story Name: "I Thought He Was Broke, But He Was My Billionaire Test" Part 5 of 8 I can’t breathe. My fingers tremble as I try to process what he just said. “You were using me?” My voice barely breaks the silence, shaky and uncertain. His face is a mask of defiance. “Not using you—testing you.” “Testing me? Like some... experiment?” I feel my eyes widen, disbelief washing over me. “Exactly,” he snaps. “You think I’d settle for just anyone? I needed to know if you’d stick around when the facade crumbles.” “Facade?” The word tastes bitter in my mouth. My heart pounds, fury igniting within me. “So all those late-night talks about our dreams, our future—were they just lies?” He takes a step forward, his expression shifting from anger to something softer. “No. Those were real. But this...
day 17 of trying to become an expert in building model trains. i thought my friends would be proud. they literally sided with the dude who builds wooden yachts instead. i spent two hours justifying why my mini railway deserved more attention than their... yachts. also, the way he painted his boats? unsettlingly beautiful. do i have a crush on someone who builds yachts now?