Novels by Miumuni otto

*Ethan’s POVAfter the fight, Arden and I stopped talking. Not a single word passed between us—not even a glance. And honestly, I didn’t care. As long as he stayed away from Olivia, I had no problem with it. But staying away from Olivia wasn’t easy for *me*. I caught sight of her walking into the cafeteria with Lisa. That radiant smile of hers—it was like the sun breaking through storm clouds. It was the kind of smile that could stop time, but also one that could twist your insides into knots. She looked stunning in her school uniform, and for reasons I didn’t entirely understand, she stirred something inside me every time I saw her. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to talk to her, to find a way into her life. When I greeted her, she looked at me, her smile softening as she responded. For a brief moment, I felt like I mattered. But then, her next words shattered that illusion. “Do you know where Arden is?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. My chest tightened.

Olivia’s POVThe woods were endless, their shadows stretching like fingers ready to pull me into the earth. My breath came in gasps as I stumbled through the dense trees, the crunch of leaves beneath my feet muffling the sound of my heartbeat drumming in my ears. The air was thick, suffocating, and the faint light peeking through the canopy above offered no sense of direction. And then I saw him. A figure in the distance—Arden. "Arden!" I called, my voice cracking with desperation. "Help me! I’m stuck! I don’t know which way to go!" But the more I ran toward him, the farther he seemed to be. The forest felt alive, its branches swaying not with the wind but with some ominous intent. My legs burned as I pushed myself harder, but no matter how fast I moved, the distance between us only grew. "Save me, please!" I cried, stumbling as my foot caught on a root. I fell to my knees, my hands scraping against the rough ground. Tears pricked my eyes as fear clawed at my throat. "Don’t l

Olivia's POVThe moment I turned back to steal one last glance at Arden, I saw it—the pain in his eyes, raw and unguarded. It was the kind of pain that could shatter someone. For a second, it felt like his pain mirrored my own, but then I remembered the way he had rejected me earlier today. That memory cut deeper than any physical wound, and I forced myself to look away.Ethan's hand rested gently on my shoulder, his heartbeat erratic and loud in my ears. I could feel the tension radiating off him, but it wasn’t just about the fight. No, this was something deeper, something unresolved. Arden was stronger than Ethan—there was no denying that—but I couldn’t understand why they fought so viciously. What could drive Arden to the point of wanting to kill Ethan, consequences be damned?With Lisa's help, I guided Ethan to sit on the clinic bed. His face was bruised, and his arms bore scratches that looked worse than they probably felt. I grabbed the first aid kit, trying to steady my shaking

“Arden, stop!” The female students screamed my name, their voices echoing in the classroom. But none of them dared to step forward. They just stood there, frozen, terrified as I landed blow after blow on Collins’ face. His lip was split, blood dripping onto his collar, and his left eye was already swelling. I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop. My fists kept moving, fueled by a rage I didn’t even recognize in myself. “Arden! What are you doing?” Michael’s voice cut through the chaos as he grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me away from Collins. Collins slumped to the floor, groaning, his hands clutching his face. The room fell silent except for his labored breathing. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Michael demanded, his grip on my shirt firm as he forced me to face him. “You nearly killed him!” “He deserved it,” I spat, my chest heaving. “Because he mentioned Olivia?” Caleb chimed in, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You beat him up over a stupid comment about seeing her

Arden's POV: Torn Between Love and LoyaltyI never thought Ethan and I would fight over a girl. Not just any girl—Olivia. The same Olivia he dismissed as beneath him, someone “out of his league.” The girl he said he’d never look at twice. And yet, here I was, caught in the crossfire of a war I never wanted to be part of. Yesterday, he had the audacity to tell me she was his soulmate. His. That I needed to stay away from her. Stay away? Was he serious? Did he think he could just claim her like that? The same girl he’d mocked countless times, the one he had no interest in until now? I sat at my desk, my pencil hovering over the paper. The unfinished portrait of her stared back at me. She didn’t know I’d been drawing her—not just today, but for weeks. I’d memorized every curve of her face, every subtle detail. Her smile, her eyes, the way her hair fell across her shoulders like a cascade of dark silk. But I could never finish it. Something always held me back, some voice in the back of

I couldn't hide the pain clawing at my chest, a suffocating weight that left me gasping for air. Ethan’s unreadable gaze lingered on me, piercing through whatever fragile mask I had left. His silence wasn’t just dismissive—it was condemning. It made me feel smaller, more ashamed of myself than I’d ever thought possible. Shame burned in my cheeks, but I couldn’t summon the courage to look away from him. I slumped into the empty chair at the back of the classroom as the world around me blurred. My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of what had just happened. It didn’t make sense. Arden had said he loved me. He’d said it back at the clinic, and even Ethan, the ever-watchful observer, had confirmed it. So why—why did he treat me like I was nothing? Like I was disposable. A speck of dust he could brush off his shoulder.Ethan walked past me, shaking his head in disappointment, his expression unreadable but heavy with judgment. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. That