After Samantha lost her twin sister, she blamed their parents. She became a rebel, always going against what they wanted and said until they got tired of her rebellious ways and Sent her to Greystone's Institute for the rich revolutionary and delinquent kids. She met kids like her who were misunderstood and neglected, with a promise not to have anything to do with the other kids. She was always alone doing things to make the other kids detest her until she conversed with another kid. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, he stood up, and I watched as he towered over my sleeping form; he stretched out his hand to help me up; I took it to you, and he pulled me up “So that you know, you are not alone; whatever the reason came here doesn’t matter; having friends is important. If bunches of misunderstood kids couldn’t even help one another out, who else would help them?” he said and left. And then she discovered that her online crush, who had always professed his 'love' for her despite never meeting, is someone closer than she thought, someone she finds annoying and obnoxious in real life. Lonewolf: a lot of things here and there, but I’ll be online more often now. I heard you missed me EM: You know I would miss you before disappearing. Were you trying to do out of sight, out of mind? Lonewolf: XD did it work, though? EM: nope, haven’t you heard? Lonewolf: that? EM: distance makes the heart fonder Lonewolf: you mean distance makes the heart grow fonder? EM: Yeah that
View MoreChapter Twenty “You don’t get it, Aiden!” I whined, lying down on the couch in his office for my ‘session’ that only consisted of me talking and whining to Aiden, who always listens like the professional therapist that he is, He groaned playfully at me, rambling on about my predicaments, placed the book he was reading or pretending to read on the table, and slumped on the chair in a weird position that made his neck squeeze together.Mum would have been pissed if she saw him like that “Make me get it the; II mean, I don’t understand what other thing is there to get, he likes you a lot from what you have said, and you like him back. What is it I don’t get then?” he asked while sitting upright, trying as much as possible to make a serious face, to which he failed “That is the problem!” I groaned, not liking the way he was making the whole thing feel like a joke, but I should know better; he always takes things lightly, for longevity he said “What is?” he asked, confusion written on
[World chat] Lonewolf: does anyone have ice crystals for crafting divine artifacts? I’ll buy any amount you have. PM me [World chat] Scar’s baby mama1: are you crafting another divine artifact? I thought you already had one.[World chat] Lonewolf: I do, but it needs enhancing [World chat] Kris: you are already thinking of improving when I haven’t owned it yet, go to Alpha’s guild store; they always have those things. [World chat] Scar’s baby mama: I have about five with me; I got it when I piggybacked on my husband Scar into a dungeon during his stream. I can send them to you; gathering all fifty pieces will take forever.[World chat] Lonewolf: sure, I’ll take it, thanks; I checked the alpha guild store earlier, and it’s closed. It says something about them expanding their store or something, and the other guild store doesn’t have rare items, which can be got with the first kill.[World chat] Lolly: Humph, you can only get first kill items from their tyrant store; how to mean once,
What did I do last night? I stood up, went to Arla, and dragged her to the empty kitchen. She looked surprised at my action but didn’t try to fight back or struggle; I gave her my most pleading and innocent look. “What did I do last night?” I demanded, hating myself for drinking too much the night before until I forgot the whole night’s event. “It probably will be better if you remember yourself, and we all promised not to talk about it if you don’t remember,” she said apologetically, refusing to meet my face as she played with her bracelets. “Was it that bad?” I was scared of what a drunken Samantha would have done to get weird looks and even a bet made out of it. Was it something I was dying of embarrassment for? “Nope, it wasn’t bad; I think it's cute, and you have a very seductive and sexy personality when drunk. Poor Jerome didn’t know what to do with you” She giggled while explaining. I was about to probe and ask more questions that might give me a hint of what had happen
I woke up to the warmth around me and snuggled closer to the source of the heat with my eyes still closed; I moaned in satisfaction and buried my face into the firm but comfortable pillow providing me warmth. Then realization dawned on me.Firm but comfortable pillow? You must be kidding me! I opened my eyes and was met with gorgeous-looking skin with tattoos all over it; his hand held my waist down tight as his tattooed chest rose and fell rhythmically. Don’t panic. After getting drunk last night, you didn’t get down with a stranger. You wouldn’t do it, Samantha.I tried to convince myself as I wiggled my way out of his tight grip; he groaned and held on closer as he muttered, “Five minutes more” hearing the voice sent shivers down my back, and I blindly kicked him out of bed in a rage.“Fuck! "What was that for?” he asked, startled awake from his sleep by the fall, he placed his head on the bed, and his emerald eyes glared at me.“What the fuck are you doing in my room half naked,
Ethan looked taken aback by my outburst, the room fell silent, and no one said anything. I have many things I wanted to say but not to him, definitely not to him. He cleared his throat and looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with me; I sighed and rested my back on the chair. “Get it over with, Ethan; you’ve got things to do, and so do I. I know whatever you are about to say is not your fault, and even if it is, I won’t blame you, so go ahead,” I urged, not wanting to spend any more time in the room with my mother’s male replica “Mom found out about Grace’" he finally said, and a shiver ran down my back; I balled my fist when the urge to smash something came over me. I knew they were trying to get in touch with me but weren’t to check on my well-being. When have they ever cared? “That's your fucking problem, Ethan; what does it have to do with me?” I asked, already knowing the answer to my question They never disappoint; they are so fucking predictable He sighed, still
My emotional meeting with Mr. Greystone ended with him informing me that my brother would be visiting, which of them I don’t know.And here I am, getting dressed three days later for my brother’s visit.I exit the room fully dressed in a pink ruffle mini-V neck jumpsuit paired with white sneakers with my hair down and a little makeup.I passed by Jerome’s door, and once again, like the past three days, I swallowed the urge to knock and apologize for my rudeness the other day. I haven’t seen him since the coffee incident in the kitchen, and I still feel guilty about pouring the coffee on him.I have been trying to mend my relationship with everyone in the house these days, and that’s one of the reasons I’m dressed in pink to meet my waiting brother. I allowed the other girls, Layla and Arla, to pick my outfit and do my hair so we could bond.Honestly, I don’t hate their company as much as
Chapter FourteenMr. Greystone looked shocked at my outburst, and for a moment, he looked sad, but he was quickly covered up. “Please calm down, Samantha. Let's talk without us getting angry,” he said with a smile. I nodded, swallowing my anger; I’m not quick to anger, trust me, and except for that douchebag Jerome, the only other people that get me riled up are my family.“Alright, I understand that you don’t want to be here, and honestly, none of the kids initially wanted to. They all had their own rebellious and anger issues at first until they realized that this isn’t a place where they are forced to be what they are not; we want you to change; we want you to be happy while you are here and even when you leave, so I’ll ask you, what is it that you want?” he asked looking into my eyes.The question hit me in a soft place What do I truly want?The whole reason why I became rebellious and always went against what my parents wanted was because of my twin sister; she was my best frie
I woke up with a head-splitting headache caused by the excessive alcohol I had last night, Last night! How many drinks did I drink last night? And then we continued playing that dare or drink game after everyone got over the shock of me lap dancing. ‘What’s done is done anyways,’ I shrugged as I willed myself out of the comfort of my bed, Wait! How did I get here last night? I tried rummaging through my memories, but the last thing I remembered was someone being dared to make out with me What is Dylan? Or Aaron? Cody? Fuck I can’t remember anything; I must have been drunk last night. I checked the time on my phone and saw it was 2 pm, damn I slept into the afternoon After taking a shower and looking decent with less headache, I made my way downstairs to make some hangover food for myself; I saw people hanging around the living room looking tired and worn out from last night “Good morning,” I greeted “Fuck stop shouting!” Arla groane
“Nope, not really, but I have done some pretty shitty thing that could have potentially got me in trouble; the last one landed me here, though,” I explained. “Now I’m interested; please tell the story” Cody raises his eyebrow, taunting me about what I have done. “Alright, let’s start with the first one, it was a month or so after Ashley’s burial, and some kid was saying some shitty things about her committing suicide in the school cafeteria, so I ended up breaking two of her teeth, pulling half her hair out, and she spent roughly eight months in the hospital from a head injury” I explained. The listening people wear shock on their faces. “What! I’m not some innocent kid that runs to mama whenever someone bullies or say shit about me, well anyways; parent settled that, and it didn’t get to the news; the second one would be when I vandalized some public property and then signed my father’s name and phone number on it, others were just minor like shoplifting and more vandalizing. The l
"THIS is it," My dad's assistant, Mr. Logan, said, packing the car in front of a large building. A sign sat atop the beautiful large black gates which read ' welcome to Greystones. Greystone is a private institution for mentally disabled or rebellious rich kids, ones that their parents wouldn't want to clean up of after causing a scandal, or kids whose parents don't have time to babysit like me. My name is Samantha Williams, daughter of Gregory Williams and Rebecca Williams; my parents are the CEO of two multi-billion companies, one in construction and one in entertainment. Why am I here, you would like to know? Well, you have to wait to find out. I wordlessly stepped out of the car and adjusted what my mum called a ' cute' dress, but for me, it was just an uncomfortable piece of clothing that showed too much skin and could easily be blown away by the wind. Mr. Logan stepped to my side of the car to bring my suitcases with him, more like struggling with the two bags my mum had spen
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