Stacy’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fists clenching at her sides. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but the coldness in her gaze sent a chill down Darvan’s spine. "Of course it's not her. You must be disappointed she wasn't the one you saw after waking," she muttered, her voice trembling
Once inside, he approached the bartender, placed his order, and pulled out his wallet, handing over his card. As he waited, he glanced around, noticing the happy expressions of the people around him and the interactions between the couples. He felt like the only odd one among them. "Here's your or
Darvan's words caught her off guard, and she blinked at him, unsure if she had heard correctly. She opened her mouth to respond, but he spoke again, cutting her off. "I know I’ve been... difficult. I know I’ve hurt you. But I can’t stand this anymore.” He took a step closer, his voice faltering for
Stacy paced her room, her fingers gripping her phone tightly as she dialed Darvan’s number for the third time that morning. The line rang endlessly, but there was no answer. Fear gripped her. He had been the one calling, yet she had ignored his calls. Now that she was the one trying to reach him, an
"This is just perfect to keep his eyes on me alone," Cassia muttered, giving one last glance at her reflection before exiting the room with a small package in her hands—a birthday present for the man she had loved for five years and still loved deeply. It's was her boyfriend birthday. And guess who
"Sia," Darvan called as he slowly sat upright, his head pounding with a headache. He found himself sprawled on the sofa, still in yesterday’s clothes and without a blanket. His head spun and he felt the chill creeping in, like he might catch a cold. “Why didn’t she help me change?” he groaned, hold
As the place boomed with loud music and people danced to every beat, Darvan sat next to Stacy, who was busy talking without a care. She kept going on about Cassia and Darvan's breakup, and how she and Darvan had officially become a couple. This party wasn’t just to celebrate her return, but also to
Darvan scoffed, trying to push these feeling of jealousy he felt away as he approached Cassia. Every step he took towards her intensified his anger. She looked so happy with the guy she was talking to, and that made Darvan's blood boil. As he got to her, he squinted his eyes when he noticed her long
Stacy paced her room, her fingers gripping her phone tightly as she dialed Darvan’s number for the third time that morning. The line rang endlessly, but there was no answer. Fear gripped her. He had been the one calling, yet she had ignored his calls. Now that she was the one trying to reach him, an
Darvan's words caught her off guard, and she blinked at him, unsure if she had heard correctly. She opened her mouth to respond, but he spoke again, cutting her off. "I know I’ve been... difficult. I know I’ve hurt you. But I can’t stand this anymore.” He took a step closer, his voice faltering for
Once inside, he approached the bartender, placed his order, and pulled out his wallet, handing over his card. As he waited, he glanced around, noticing the happy expressions of the people around him and the interactions between the couples. He felt like the only odd one among them. "Here's your or
Stacy’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fists clenching at her sides. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but the coldness in her gaze sent a chill down Darvan’s spine. "Of course it's not her. You must be disappointed she wasn't the one you saw after waking," she muttered, her voice trembling
"Oh God, Liam!" she exclaimed, holding the glass firmly in her hands. Liam stood still, water dripping from his hair and face, his eyes wide with surprise. "Guess I startled you..." he muttered. Cassia blinked at the turn of events. She had thought it was Darvan, but she was wrong. Why was it Liam
Just as she turned a corner, strong hands grabbed her. "Ahh!" Cassia screamed in fright, her pulse hammering in her ears, her eyes shut tightly. Panic surged through her veins, the fear of her anonymous stalker overwhelming her. "Cassia, it's me," came a familiar voice, one she recognized immediat
"I know where you live. Should we meet now?" Her hands trembled, and the paper slipped from her hands to the floor as she stumbled back, her chest racing with fear. This wasn’t admiration anymore, this was pure obsessions,... This was a threat. Was she now supposed to live her life in fear? Her
"It's almost 1 a.m. Turn off the light and get some sleep," the message read. Her phone nearly slipped from her grip as fear surged through her. She ran to the switch and quickly turned off the light. "Who is it?" she muttered, taking slow, deliberate steps forward, as though making noise with her
Months later, Cassia strolled through the bustling mall alongside her two friends, who were chatting. But her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her upcoming project for the Arcadia International Design Challenge. As she walked, her eyes scanned the vibrant colors and diverse textures of the fab