"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.

Moving to a new city was supposed to be a fresh start for Aria Davidson and her mother - but it was far from it. Gangs, rivalry, murder, bloodlust and love. Everything all in one. Will the secrets that are being unravelled undo her? Or can she simply take it in her stride. Will Aria come out the same? Or forever changed?

"You're hurting me..." I whispered. But his grip only got tighter as the pain got even more crucial. "It's what you get for stopping the party yesterday," Liam said. "I needed to," I murmured under my breath in the hopes that he would hear the weakness in my voice and let me go. But at last, it was only hoped that made me think that way. He didn't let go; he wouldn't let go until he taught a firm lesson. No matter how many times I ask and plead for forgiveness, he is never going to go until he is satisfied. "Were you jealous that you weren't invited? Is that why you had to sabotage the whole thing, uh?" he bit his teeth, his voice getting angrier and his hold on me crushing. "Ow.. please...," I said tears rolling down my eyes. He didn't say anything this time just watched me cry, and I could basically see the smirk forming on his lips in slow motion. This is what he wanted for me as if it was never enough for him to see me like this. I waited for him to say something anything, but instead, he let me go aggressively and pushing past me hard, causing me to lose balance and fall to the marble floor. I looked up to see everyone watching me struggle to get up. No one came to help, and I didn't expect them to they watched and laughed and even filmed, but no one came to my rescue. - The fake smiles, laughter, friends I am getting sick of it all. I always felt like I didn't belong anywhere with him gone. It was even worse. It was pathetic that I thought it's okay I will get through this, but I am slipping away falling slowly. The only reason I am still holding on is for my family. But he hurts me, bullies me, breaks me in ways I can't even describe. He has become the worst nightmare, and I can't wake up from it. There is no helping me from his sick and twisted games. After all, he believes I was the reason for the death of his best friend. But I have to hold on only one more year till I don't have to see him anymore. I need to survive as an outcast...

Bromance and gal pals, bro code and girl loyalty, once or twice we have sworn to never betray a friend but what if we are stricken of that choice and life leads us where we thought we had unshakable faith, what if ours hearts skipped a beat when we thought it infallible and change leads to an opening, who do you choose? The love of your life , your soulmate? Or a friend you have known since forever? Easy enough right? I think not. Read to find out

This is a magical story about generations of triplets born once in a blue moon and how they normally have extraordinary powers. There is an evil king, a few plot twists and some love dramas!!!! Just give in your comments after reading please

Abubakar Aliyu has always been a puppet, his life dictated by his parents' social expectations. Every decision, every move, carefully controlled... until his arranged marriage offers him a taste of freedom. But there's a catch-he hates the woman he's married to, Fauziyya Tafida, simply because she was chosen for him. Now, he's determined to make her life miserable. Will Fauziyya fight back, or will she endure his wrath? A story of power, pride, and the unexpected twists of love. • WinterBearz

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