Onebad Stories

"𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞." Ava Bennett came to Hartwell University for a psychology degree, not a love story. Falling for the campus hockey captain was never part of the plan, especially when that captain happened to be her brother's best friend. Noah Walker had one rule he'd never break. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. For years, he kept his distance. She mistook his silence for indifference. Then one viral misunderstanding turns them into the university's newest "it couple," forcing them into a fake relationship neither of them wants. Or so they claim. Because pretending to date each other is easy. Pretending they don't feel anything is impossible. "𝑺𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔" "𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔." "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔?" "𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈." "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕." "𝑰 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓." "𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘?" "𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖." Chapters are coming on 10 August.

The Assassin Academy was the least appropriate place to spend one's adolescence. They train you to become a killing machine, then, when you're strong enough, they send you on a mission - that's what they call them - to kill someone they don't like. When you join the Academy they brand you, you become their property. They tattoo their symbol on your skin, a dagger with brambles twisted around it, and since then your past, your life before passing through the great iron door, disappears and from then on you become a murderer who only craves death. ⚠️TW⚠️ Be careful, this story has strong themes.

Bonnie: The terrible day. The damn day. Also known as my birthday. Every year, the exact same misery. If we look at the big picture, everything went according to plan. I'm a successful lawyer and a pretty good boxer. But inside? Inside, empty and hollow. One phone call. And constant hatred. That's all it took to change my world from one end to the other. Luke: The same thing over and over again. The same breakfast, the same coffee, the same job, the same routine. A phone call, an unsolved case, and boundless hatred are what it took to get me out of the depressing routine called my daily life. The only thing I could have known before I got into this was that it was going to be a lot of trouble.