Story cover for I Know What You Did This Summer  by Zephyrianna
I Know What You Did This Summer
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Ongoing, First published Jun 25
Everyone wants to get into Halston.
And who wouldn't?
The uniforms are sleek. The students are flawless. The grades are untouchable.
It's where tech billionaires send their children. Where movie stars sneak in wearing sunglasses. Where heirs, influencers, and politicians' spawn learn to speak with poison in their voices and diamonds on their fingers.

At Halston, everyone smiles.
Everyone's charming.
Everyone's perfect.

But behind closed doors?

There's sex on piano benches.
Drugs hidden in lip gloss tubes.
Fist fights in locker rooms.
Teachers that play favorites.
And they're secrets to unravel.


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ISHARA: Abused Angel

32 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨