Semua Bab His Possession {The Bad Boy Love}: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The morning air buzzed with excitement as Elie’s parked her car in the school parking lot. She grabbed her bag and adjusted her jacket, preparing for another long day. As she walked toward her first class, she couldn’t help but notice the unusual amount of chatter coming from every direction. Groups of students huddled together, whispering and giggling, their eyes sparkling with curiosity. Elie’s frowned, wondering what all the fuss was about. Near the school’s entrance, two girls were talking loudly, clearly too excited to keep their voices down. **“Did you hear? She’s finally coming today!”** one girl squealed, practically bouncing with excitement. **“I know, right?”** her friend chimed in. **“Her father owns part of the school. Can you imagine being that rich and beautiful?”** Elie’s slowed her pace, straining to catch more of their conversation. *Who are they talking about?* As she neared the school hallway, Chris appeared beside her, wearing his usual laid-back smirk.

The classroom buzzed with excitement and nervous energy as students prepared to present their projects. Mr. Robert, their literature teacher, stood at the front, clipboard in hand. His sharp gaze scanned the room.“Alright, class,” he announced. “Today, you’ll be presenting your projects. Each pair has ten minutes to present and defend their work. Impress me.”The students exchanged anxious glances. Elie’s tapped her pen nervously while Damien, seated beside her, appeared perfectly relaxed, twirling a pencil between his fingers.“We’ve got this,” Damien whispered, noticing her tension.Elie’s nodded, still unconvinced.First Pair: Chris and Tiffany“Chris and Tiffany, you’re up,” Mr. Robert called.Chris and Tiffany rose from their seats, walking confidently to the front. Tiffany adjusted her flawless hair, flashing a dazzling smile.“Our project is on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, focusing on how impulsive decisions led to tragedy,” Tiffany began, her voice clear and steady.Chris

The school courtyard buzzed with activity as Damien sat with his group of friends at their usual hangout spot near the basketball court. His closest friends included Jake, the charming prankster; Ryan, the athletic captain of the soccer team; Lucas, the tech genius with a quiet but intense aura; and Caleb, the smooth-talking ladies’ man. Together, they were known as the “Elite Five” — admired, envied, and practically untouchable. Jake playfully tossed a basketball between his hands. **“So, who’s ready for the game after class? We’re totally crushing them.”** Caleb smirked. **“As long as you don’t miss another free throw like last time.”** Jake laughed. **“I was distracted! Not my fault the cheer squad was practicing right behind the hoop.”** Ryan rolled his eyes. **“Excuses.”** Just then, Bianca approached with her usual air of confidence. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her perfectly styled outfit turned heads as she made her way toward the boys. **“He

The cafeteria buzzed with its usual lunchtime chaos. Students crowded the long tables, talking, laughing, and sharing stories about the latest school gossip. The aroma of freshly baked pizza and fries filled the air as trays clattered against tabletops. Tiffany, Mandy, and Lucy sat at their usual spot near the large windows that overlooked the school courtyard. Tiffany’s tray remained mostly untouched, her fork hovering over her salad as she stared intently across the cafeteria. Her focus was locked on one particular table—where Damien and his friends sat. Damien’s usual crew—Jake, Lucas, Caleb, and Ryan—were laughing loudly at some joke Jake had cracked. But what made Tiffany’s stomach twist with irritation wasn’t their laughter—it was the presence of Bianca sitting far too close to Damien. Bianca was practically glued to Damien’s side, tossing her long, shiny hair and flashing her perfect white smile. Every few seconds, she would touch his arm, giggle at something he said, or

Elie's yawned as sunlight streamed through her window, gently pulling her from sleep. She stretched lazily, her messy hair falling over her face. The smell of pancakes wafted through the air, making her stomach grumble. It was another peaceful morning at home, though she had no idea how awkward it was about to become.She quickly dressed in casual clothes, tied her hair into a messy bun, and headed downstairs. Her parents were already seated at the dining table. Her dad, James, was reading the newspaper, and her mom, Linda, was busy pouring coffee. The breakfast table was set with pancakes, scrambled eggs, and toast. "Good morning, sweetheart," Linda said warmly, smiling at Elie as she entered the dining room. "Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad," Elie said, trying to sound cheerful. Her dad lowered the newspaper and gave her a curious look. "Morning, Elie. How's school going?" Elie froze for a second, grabbing a plate and serving herself some pancakes. "It's fine, Dad. Just the usual.