Novels by scripted dreams

Chapter fourXanderI walked into the classroom with my usual face which basically said "I don't give a fuck", not bothering to look at anyone as I made my way to the back. The air in here was stale— the same as it always was in these classrooms filled with kids pretending to care about schoolwork.But then, of course, my eyes landed on the one person I never thought I'd see again.Arilyn Thorne.I didn't expect to see her here. Not after all this time. Not after the way I left—just disappeared, no explanation, no goodbye. I had my reasons, but seeing her again, after all these years, was like a punch to the gut.Her eyes were locked on me for just a second before she quickly looked away, but it didn't matter. That moment was enough to send a wave of emotions I wasn't ready to deal with crashing through me. I saw the way her posture stiffened, the way she shifted in her seat, like she was trying to pretend I wasn't still the same person who had walked out on her without a second thoug

Chapter ThreeArilynWe were here.Riverside was slightly bigger than Green-Hill. The first thing I noticed when we stepped off the bus was the large initials 'R.U' engraved at the top of the building, framed by an intricate crest of a soaring eagle and crossed laurel branches. The university's emblem seemed almost regal, imposing in a way that reminded me this was a new beginning.The car ride has been around one hour, but it felt longer. I had waited outside my house for Logan, hoping he'd come say goodbye. He never showed. I kept checking my phone, expecting at least a message, but nothing came. Eventually, I left without saying goodbye.My dad wasn't home when I went to pack either. I shot him a quick text, telling him I was leaving, but like Logan, I didn't hear back. As I got in Olivia's car, it felt like I was leaving more than just Green-Hill behind.Olivia and I were buzzing with excitement as we entered Riverside, our eyes wide with wonder. The hallways were bustling with st

Chapter TwoXanderCoach had been killing our asses on the rink, making us work twice as hard and I didn't mind it one bit. I knew we could use it, especially with the home games coming up. Hockey was my life, and I had every intention of going pro. Thankfully, I was already halfway there with the scouts of NHL keeping a close eyes on me. Ego aside, I was really good. So fucking good. And these fuckers knew it."That's my man," Wade said, holding up his hand for a high five. "You killed it out there.""Don't I always?" I winked, slapping his hand.He shook his head, smirking. "Come on, coach wants a word."Didn't he always after a game?I followed Wade, heading off the ice and into the locker room, where the rest of the team was already gathering. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and that sharp, familiar scent of the rink. Guys were pulling off helmets, tossing them aside, and chugging water like they'd been stranded in the desert. The room buzzed with post-practice energy,

This book is dedicated to those who like them cold, with a side of sarcasm and flirty comments.Chapter OneArilynI didn't want to go back to campus after last night but I did not want to stay home either. Not after last night. My back was sore and I could barely stand. I knew I had to suck it up. Everywhere else was better than staying at home.I didn't get much sleep last night. It was hard to fall asleep in an abusive household. My father was an abusive drunk, and my mother was dead. To be honest, part of me was glad she died. She was suffering at the hands of my father. Every single day. But the other part of me was heartbroken because well, she was my mother and she was the only parent who had ever been here for me whenever I needed her. Despite our fucked-up household, she had always been here for me and somehow made me feel loved.I lifted up my shirt, wincing slightly as it brushed against my back. I tied my hair up in a bun and stepped under the boiling hot water, mentally c

CAINOf course Thea just happened to be the daughter of the man I hated with every cell of my body. The man who gave me every reason to hate him. The man I had been trying to get my hands on since two years ago but that was fine. There was something about waiting to finally have my revenge which made things somewhat sweet. There was a phrase which went like 'The longer the wait, the tastier the meal' or something along the lines and I believed that.Killian Hart, the richest businessman in the world after my mother, of course. My mother, Juliette was an amazing businesswoman. It was hard to surpass her. After my father died, she took over the family business on her own and like my father did, she kept it first on the list, kept our title of being the number one richest family in the whole world all on her own and nothing made me prouder. I respected the woman, and loved her more and more everyday. She took care of me all on her own, gave me everything I needed but nothing could replac

THEAPenelope and I had the same class after science and she offered to walk together to class which I was grateful for. I did not want to get lost on my first day and entering the class late for everyone to look at me again. We took the seat at the back, near the windows as we were the first ones to enter. The students started coming in one by one, occupying almost all the seats available."Good morning, class." The teacher, a man who looked like he just ran all the way here spoke as he took his seat behind his desk, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm Mr Smith. Your english teacher.""Now, is this everyone?" He asked, looking at the students. I noticed two empty seats beside me at the back, the teacher probably noticed it as well- hence the question."Nope." A deep a voice spoke at the door. I quickly averted from my eyes from the empty seats to the source of the voice and a small gasp left my lips at the sight. A guy stood in front of the door, entering the classroom. He was dre

CAIN"You know, Oliver, I have heard great things about you. Which is why, it doesn't give me any sort of happiness to see you tied up here, in front of me, about to lose an organ or two." I faked my concerning tone, twirling the knife around my fingers as I waited for his answer."Please, bro. Let me go." He pleaded. His eyes switching to the knife in my hands and to my face. "I did nothing wrong."I clicked my tongue, "I don't like liars, Oliver."His eyes widened. "Im not lying, bro. Please. I really don't know anything about the children.""Do you see those men on the chairs behind me, Oliver?" I asked, walking to stand behind him so that he could have a better view. "Do you know why they are so silent and unmoving?""They're dead." He stated."Are you sure about that? After all, you can only see the back of their heads, can't you? How can you make such an assumption?""I... they're not moving or talking." He stuttered, earning a chuckle from me."Let's see if they're dead or aliv

After waving Peter goodbye, I took a deep breath before entering the school. The guard greeted me, smiling in a friendly way. I wasn't going to lie, this helped calm my nerves down. If everyone was going to be this friendly, i'd have no trouble to 'fit in'.The hallway wasn't packed with students which was amazing to say the least. I did not need the eyes on me, following my every movement just because I was the new student, or their new 'target' for the year. I was not going to let myself get bullied. Bullying was something I had always been completely against. I could stand up for myself just fine even though sometimes I lack the courage.The few students who were in the hallway, against their lockers did not even notice me which I was grateful for. I quietly made my way to the principal's office which wasn't hard to find at all given the huge 'principal's office' written in bold above the brown door at the end of the hallway.I knocked once, twice, then heard a 'come in'. I opened

Chapter 1.THEASmile at the cameras, pose for the pictures, pretend for the media, keep the family's reputation safe- The only words which ever left my mother's mouth since I had been born. My mother was hell bent on keeping the family reputation perfect for her own selfish reasons. Pretend like we were the happy family the whole world thought us to be- only, we were far from being perfect.A week ago, my father had been asked to move to a new town for his work and him moving meant us moving whether we liked it or not. Wherever he went, we followed. My parents did not care about our thoughts on the constant hopping from country to country, town to town, continent to continent. If they were to go stay on mars, we'd had no choice but follow even if it meant dying there."The new school here is awesome from what I have heard." My mother's voice was muffled because of the muffin she just stuffed in her mouth. "You'll fit right in." That was what she always said. Just like the last three