Novels by Mehak

Jamie cheered climbed back the stairs with Scarlet by his side. The boy asked, pointing at her freckles, "When are you removing these?" Scarlet replied with an eye roll, pulling bubbly laughter from him. Jamie spoke softly, "You are cool, Scar. I like your company." The girl shook her head, "Well, that's first. Most people think I am mean and cold." "Bullshit! I would say you are rather reserved than mean. People are shit anyway." The boy speculated, rubbing his chin. Being a gentleman, Jamie opened the door for her, continuing, "Oh! And I am glad that you decided to open up with us." He walked up to his and Vantae's shared closet, and Scarlet followed. It was a surprise to see two completely different styles jammed in a place. On one side of the cupboard were bright and casual and joggers, whereas on the other side were more formal shirts and bottoms. Scarlet eyed the formals with a spark of interest as the boy lef

Nathan shited back, trying to block any touches. Nathan screamed, tears rolling down his eyes, "STOP! PLEASE! Please, don't hurt me. Please, it hurts so much." Mrs. Jones hurried towards the other side of the bed to catch the falling boy just in time. The mother supported, embracing the panicked boy, who cried hysterically. Timothy spoke angrily, "Can't you see you are scaring him? Don't touch him." Mrs. Jones smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry for his rude behavior. Please, let this kid calm down before you do any checkups." The male intern sighed defeatedly. They couldn't use anesthetics since Nathan was still underage. Nathan fisted the mother's cardigan, sobbing into her shoulder, "E-Eomma, why d-does she h-hurt me like t-that? P-Please, take m-me with you." Mrs. Jones rubbed his back gently, speaking equally soft, "No one will ever hurt you, sweetheart. I'll make sure they pay tenfolds of what they have done to you."

Have you ever met people who seem to click almost instantly? Well, I did one time. For me, it didn't end at a favorable turn. But I hope yours becomes epic. — Mehak Gupta *drowns into My Universe by Coldplay×BTS* ~~~ × ~~~ Sixteen-year-old Nathan walked through the school hall with a school bag hanging on his shoulder. It was time to go home, and the young boy dreaded going back to the hellhole. His dad hasn't been the same since his mother died. A small mistake and the hell broke upon the small boy. To add to the mix, his dad's mistress loved to pick on him. The pain that pierced his left arm made it impossible for him to forget how helpless he was. His existence felt pathetic in his perception. As he turned the corner, he noticed a group of his batchmates hurdled in the corner. He was about to pass by when his eyes met a pair of teary ones. Those orbs had fear, trying to peek from the same c

Having a broken heart around you is a blessing. A person with broken pieces always knows how that feels. They always try and protect hearts. If you have someone like that in your life, keep them at all costs.( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) — Mehak Gupta *plays Echo in the bg* ~~~ × ~~~ "Scar! Wake up, you sleepyhead!" Vantae whispered, poking Scarlet's cheek. The girl fell asleep after the first quarter of their Photography class. Unmistakably, the history of the displayed photo was boring, but she could be in trouble if the teacher saw. Vantaewould love to tell what the photograph was, except he forgot the name. He was busy staring at Scarlet, SO YEAH!. Her glasses were on his face as he sneaked glances at her. He didn't want her to struggle for the fact that she could have broken them in her sleep. Though he discovered that the lens was neutral, which meant s

Sometimes it's hard to understand yourself. It can get frustrating at times. You may not even realize when or why your choices are shifting. You may not understand if you want certain things or not. At points, you would be able to see yourself struggling in your own mind. But, once you get out of that, you will feel refreshed. The new variant of yourself may feel a little different, and you would it's better than the previous one. — Mehak Gupta *plays zero 'o clock in the bg* Whenever someone talked about his kindred spirits, Vantae would respond with a snicker. The only pair of soulmates he believed to exist was his hyungs. Though a part of him believed and craved for the Winged girl in his dreams to be true, the other part of him tried to convince him that it's just his fickle imagination. He wasn't sure if he's even breathing or not. He must have been because the moment her greenish eyes turn

Lights will guide you home. And ignite your bones. And I will try to fix you~ My favorite lines from the song Fix You. I wish someone said this to me. (sighs) I guess I have to fix myself and the story. ^_~ **plays Fix You by Coldplay/ remake by BTS** Mr. and Mrs. Jones smiled at the young boy who busily moved in the kitchen from side to side. Asa cracked eggs in the pan while handling the bacon in another. His movements looked smooth and effortless even though he was currently multitasking. Mrs. Jones was sitting on the patio, enjoying the morning breeze when Asa came down. He asked for the mother-like lady to help him to arrange the ingredients. She wanted to help him, but the boy told her to sit back and enjoy his cooking. Losing the sense of presence around him, he started humming to a song sweetly. Flipping the eggs expertly, he shouted, "Kyle, wake up! Wake the boys too". Mrs. Jones smiled a