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  💌  HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN TEN HATE-TEXTS   CHAPTER 7: THE DARE PART 3: THE KISS & THE LIE New Rule: No kissing. Unless absolutely necessary. (Spoiler: It’s necessary.) The universe had a sick sense of humor. Because of  course  Olivia Langston—queen of chaos and Miles Carter’s ex—would throw a party the  one  weekend Asher and I were supposed to "prove" our relationship was real. And  of course  she’d make it a  "Kiss or Dare"  theme. " This is a hate crime,"  I muttered, glaring at the neon sign taped to Olivia’s fridge. Asher handed me a red cup filled with something that smelled like battery acid.  "Relax. We’ll just say we’re not playing." "Oh my God,  they’re here !"  Olivia materialized, her grin sharp enough to cut glass.  "The most  shocking  couple of the year!" The living room erupted in whistles. Someone yelled,  "KISS! KISS! KISS!" Asher’s fingers brushed min...

  💌  HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN TEN HATE-TEXTS CHAPTER 11: THE GHOSTING   PART 4: THE FINAL SHOWDOWN Rule #6: No feelings.   (Failed.) I didn’t go to school on Friday. Or answer my phone. Or change out of my sweatpants. My best friend,  Lena , broke into my house with a bag of tacos and a glare.  "Okay, drama queen. Talk." I pulled my blanket over my head.  "Go away." "Nope."  She yanked the covers off.  "Asher’s been blowing up my phone. The guy’s  panicking ." "Good." "June."  She sat on my bed.  "Do you  like  him?" I groaned into my pillow.  "I don’t  know ." Liar. The truth? That kiss  ruined me . The way his hands cradled my face like I was something precious. The soft noise he made when I bit his lip. The way he  smelled —like mint and stupid, expensive cologne. Ugh. Lena tossed me my boots.  "Get up. We’re going to the dance." "Hell no." "Hell  yes...

Fake Date, Real Trouble 📌 Synopsis  When Callie Reyes gets caught in a lie about dating her school's golden boy, she’s forced to ask him to play along—or risk total social doom. But fake dating Miles Carter comes with one condition: no real feelings, and definitely no kissing. Too bad her heart didn’t get the memo. Part 1: The Setup “You’re dating who now?” That was the exact moment my entire high school career started spiraling into what can only be described as a K-drama minus the budget and cute soundtrack. I hadn’t meant to say it. It just kind of slipped out between a mouthful of cafeteria fries and a desperate need to not look like the pathetic girl whose crush just rejected her publicly. So when Taylor asked if I was still into Ben Rivera—who, by the way, is an emotionally stunted walking protein shake—I panicked. And instead of telling the truth like a normal, mentally stable teenager, I blurted: “I’m actually dating Miles Carter now.” Yes. That Miles Carter. Mr. Pe...

  Fake Date, Real Trouble Part 2: The Rules Are Tested Fake dating Miles Carter should’ve been simple. But when you’re pretending to be in love with the guy every girl in school dreams about… well. Things get blurry. We made the announcement by simply walking into school together the next morning. He handed me his hoodie like it was rehearsed. I slipped it on, let it swallow my frame, and raised a perfectly unimpressed brow at Olivia’s death glare across the courtyard. “You look cold,” he said softly. “I wasn’t,” I replied, “but I do enjoy theatrical layering.” He chuckled under his breath. His smile was annoyingly boyish. At lunch, I sat beside him—his arm slung lazily behind my chair like a casual crown. “Are you always this graceful under pressure?” he asked, watching me pick apart my sandwich with elegance I didn’t know I still had. “My therapist says it’s a defense mechanism,” I said lightly, sipping iced tea like a girl raised on ballroom etiquette and sh...

  Fake Date, Real Trouble 💔 Part 3: Rules Don’t Protect You It happened on a Thursday. The kind of day that feels off from the start. Miles didn’t wait for me outside first period like usual. He didn’t text me. He didn’t even look at me in the hall. I stared at my phone during lunch, my untouched salad wilting beside me. Me: You okay? No reply. Me again (10 minutes later): If this is about the sweater I shrunk in the wash, I’ll buy you a new one. Or a yacht. Whichever. Still nothing. When I finally found him after school, he was leaning against his locker, talking to Olivia. Smiling. Smiling. Something inside me twisted. I walked up like I didn’t notice, didn’t care, didn’t feel the phantom bruise of hope cracking in my ribs. “Hey.” I kept my voice steady. He looked at me. Then back at her. “Hey.” No warmth. No grin. No inside joke. Just… cold air between us. “You forgot we were going to the bookstore after class.” “Did I?” he asked flatly. “Maybe I ...

His Wife by Mistake Chapter 5: The Man Behind the Mask He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not tonight. Not in this world. Not when people thought Aeron Vale was locked up in his glass tower, dictating company futures and sipping imported silence. But here he was—beneath the city that worshipped his name by day, masked and free in the tunnels it forgot by night. Where no one called him “Mr. Vale.” Where no one knew his name at all. He leaned against his car—a matte black McLaren 720S with chrome red accents, purring like a caged beast ready to be unleashed. His face was half-covered with a sleek, custom-cut obsidian mask streaked with a jagged crimson slash, nothing else—no logos, no nameplate—just silent menace. No helmet. No rules. Just him. VAL3. Whispers of that name buzzed like static among the crowd: the underground racing legend, the phantom who never lost. Above them, graffiti-covered concrete dripped moisture. Neon lights reflected off slick asphalt in hues of green, pink, and cyan...