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,”...
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?
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?
has anyone ever felt like they have a more complicated relationship with their coffee than with any human being? like, I literally asked my barista how their weekend was, and I genuinely listened, as if they were my therapist. I know their order, I know their favorite pastry. they don’t even know my name! it’s wild. I am basically IN LOVE with my morning coffee. I should be asking it to go to dinn...