Historias de Chillboy

She's the class topper with ink-stained fingers and a stare that burns. He's the laidback poetic mystery who just wanted to keep to himself-until she walked in. Mehrin never planned on catching feelings during orientation week. She just wanted to survive med school, top every test, and maybe highlight a few more quotes in her hidden Wattpad library. But Farman? He saw her once and knew-his calm was over. From fiery arguments to late-night academic chaos, rooftop surprises, and poetry scrawled on napkins-this is a story of two opposites pulled together by fate, chaos, and a whole lot of heartbeats. He fell first. She fell hard. 🍫 Banters | 🧠 Topper x Chill Guy | 💫 Fierce x Poetic | 📝 Dual POV | 🧕🏽 Hijabi Queen | 💥 He fell first (and worse)

Ayaka Shimizu, a grade 11th, elected as class president of Class B-2, who was known as the girl who always greeted people in the hallways and wore a warm smile on her face. In the beginning of the year, Ayaka had the seat next to her assigned to a new boy student, Haru Kato, seemingly a chill and cold person. At first they seem to have a hard time getting along with each other, but after many attempts in making conversations, they start to be more open to each other and reveal what they hide from everyone else. What path will this friendship go down on?

Aaradhya, a shy girl from a toxic household, dreams of escaping her mundane life. Rohan, a charismatic boy from Delhi, lives life to the fullest, but hides a secret. When their paths cross, will their differences tear them apart, or will they find love? - Will Aaradhya finally escape her toxic household and make her dream of studying in Delhi a reality? - Or will she be stuck in her toxic environment forever? - Will Rohan's carefree attitude change when he meets Aaradhya, or will he remain the same? - What happens when their worlds collide?

میسو کچێکی سەرکێش کە سەرسامی شیرینترین قوتابی کۆلێژەکەی دەبێ و دەست دەکات بە چاودێری کردنی . . . بەڵام نازانێ کە ئەو کارەی دەبێتە کێشە بۆ ژیانی . . تایهیونگ قۆڵەکانی میسوی بە توندی گرت بە توڕەیەوە هاواری کرد تایهیونگ«تۆ چی دەکەی لێرە!» میسو«بەرم بدە تکایه » میسو بەگریانەوە وای وت دەیویست خۆی لە بن دەستی تایهیونگ دەرباز بکات تایهیونگ« من دەمێکە دەزانم کە تۆ بەدوام دەکەوی و چاودێریم دەکەی کێ تۆی ناردوە!؟ » تایهیونگ بە توڕەییەوە وای وت میسو« ب..بورە » .ئەو دیمەنەی لە بەرچاو لاناکەوێ کە کەمێك لەمەوپێش بینی تایهیونگ هەناسەیەکی بە توڕەیەوە هەڵمژی زەردەخەنەیەکی شەیتانی کرد تایهیونگ«ببورە؟!..هاهـ تۆ ئێستا ڕووخسارە ڕاستیەکەی منت ناسی بۆیە لە دەستم ڕزگارت نابێ» میسووی لە خۆی نزیکردەوە و لە بن گوێی چرپاندی .. . . . چۆۆ میسو کیم تایهیونگ هیوادارم پشتگیریم بکەن و چیرۆکەکەم بخوێننەوە پەشیمان نابنەوە لە خوێندنەوەی 3>

They call her a monster- Cold eyes, colder smile, and the kind of laugh that sounds better when someone's bleeding. Lyra Thorne doesn't run from the darkness; she is the darkness. Her gift? Blood. Every vein, every heartbeat, every drop-hers to play with, hers to break. And then there's Kai Solen. Chill. Carefree. The boy who turns nightmares into playgrounds. He should be scared of her-everyone else is. Instead, he smirks in her face and calls her "fun." But when a prophecy whispers that she'll end the world, the question isn't whether Lyra is a monster. It's whether Kai can survive loving one. Because dead girls don't cry... But they do kill.