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  There was nothing special about the wooden bench near Classroom 12—old, scratched, uneven. Students sat there only when every other seat was taken. Everyone except Zoe and Riyan. For them… that bench was the beginning of everything. Zoe was the kind of girl teachers adored—organized notes, perfect grades, never late. Riyan was the boy everyone warned her about—detention record, careless smile, jokes in serious moments. They were opposite pages of two different books, never meant to meet. But fate doesn’t care about “meant to.” One rainy morning, the school was too crowded and too noisy. Zoe sat on the bench with her books, and a minute later, Riyan sat next to her with dripping hair and a smirk. “You look like the kind of person who hates noise,” he said. “I look like someone who hates you talking,” she replied. He laughed. She didn’t. But she smiled later when he looked away. From the next day, both came earlier than usual—just to sit on that bench. At first, in silence...

  No loud beginning. No fireworks. Just two teenagers who didn’t know that a simple “Hi” in the school corridor would one day feel like a memory too heavy to carry. Ayaan was the quiet kind of boy—soft-spoken, always with a book in hand, like he was searching for a place that wasn’t reality. And Aria… she was sunshine with shoes on. Loud laugh, messy hair, and eyes that believed everything in life could be fixed with hope. They met in the most ordinary way—Ayaan dropped his notebook, Aria picked it up, and found a page he never intended anyone to read: “If someone ever looks at me like I’m enough, I think I’ll finally breathe.” She looked at him that way. That was the beginning. For months, they shared lunch, secrets, playlists, and dreams. They sent paper planes across the classroom with dumb jokes and half-drawn doodles. Aria always wrote: “Promise me you won’t leave.” Ayaan never promised. He was scared of promises—scared of being someone’s disappointment. But he fell f...

The night the new girl arrived in Ravenshade Valley, the sky bled red. The moon hung low, heavy like a secret, and the mist rolled across the cobblestone streets like it had come to warn the town. Seventeen-year-old Elara moved there with her father after her mother’s death, hoping for peace. But in Ravenshade, peace was a myth told to strangers. Her first day at the old Ravenshade Academy felt like walking into a dream half remembered. The air was colder, the corridors darker, and whispers followed her wherever she went. Students spoke of the “Crimson Curse,” a legend about a boy who had died a century ago during a solar eclipse, whose spirit still wandered the forest behind the school, searching for the girl who once betrayed him. Elara didn’t believe in ghosts. Until she met Aiden. He was unlike anyone she had ever seen — pale as the winter dawn, eyes like shattered glass, voice soft but filled with something old, something that didn’t belong in the world of the living. The firs...

The sun dipped low over the sleepy town of Maple Creek, painting the rooftops in shades of orange and gold. Sixteen-year-old Emily Reed stood on the hood of her old blue Jeep, staring at the sky as if it held all the answers she’d been searching for. In a way, it did. Because tonight was the night she’d finally leave her quiet town behind—and maybe, just maybe, fall in love along the way. She adjusted her backpack, filled with just enough clothes, her camera, and a crumpled map dotted with circles. Each circle marked a place her brother had once told her to see before he left for the army and never came back. It had been two years since then, and she still hadn’t been able to let go. But now, summer had arrived, and something inside her whispered: Go. She started the engine, but before she could pull away, someone knocked on the window. It was Jake Lawson—the boy next door, with sun-kissed hair, a reckless grin, and eyes that always looked like they knew more than he’d ever say. “Yo...

  Elara Quinn believed the sky was the only place that never lied. While the world changed around her — friends growing distant, parents growing quieter — the sky stayed honest. It wept, it burned, it danced, it glowed. Every afternoon after school, she climbed the cliffs near Windmere’s abandoned lighthouse and sketched clouds in her notebook, capturing the emotions she couldn’t say out loud. That was the day she saw him. He stood near the edge of the cliff, arms stretched out as if embracing the wind. His eyes were closed, his presence calm but distant, like he belonged more to the horizon than the earth. She didn’t speak. Neither did he. But when he left, Elara found something in the grass where he had been standing: a paper airplane, slightly crumpled, with one line of handwriting inside. “Somewhere, we’ve already met. Even if this is our first hello.” The next day, Elara returned with a paper airplane of her own. She left it in the same spot. “If we already met, why does ...

In a quiet town nestled between wide fields and sleepy hills, 17-year-old Elena Grace lived a life of invisible rhythms. She wasn't unpopular, just unnoticed—like the last golden leaf on a tree that no one ever sees fall. Her world was books, music, and the skies. She believed in constellations more than people and trusted stargazing to tell her things no one else could. Then came Mason Rivers. He moved to town in the middle of junior year—messy hair, worn-out sneakers, and a smile that looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. He was the kind of boy who carried his past like a backpack with broken straps. Rumors floated: expelled from his old school, trouble at home, a heart broken too early. But Elena didn’t believe in rumors—only in eyes. And his? They held galaxies. They met in astronomy club. It was one of those small-school clubs no one paid attention to, where five kids showed up and only one actually knew the difference between a star and a satellite. Mason wasn’t th...

It began on a humid summer night in the small lakeside town of Pinefield, where everything seemed peaceful — at least on the surface. The lake shimmered under the silver moon, surrounded by whispering pines and the soft hum of crickets. But beneath those tranquil waters, something ancient stirred — something that would soon change the lives of two teenagers forever. Eighteen-year-old Ethan Cole was the kind of boy who dreamed big but felt trapped in a small town. His father wanted him to work at the family’s mechanic shop, but Ethan longed for something beyond the dull roads of Pinefield. Then there was Lena Rivera , a wild, fearless girl with fire in her eyes — the kind of girl who didn’t believe in rules. She had just moved into town with her mother after a messy divorce, and from the moment Ethan saw her at the gas station that summer afternoon, he knew she was trouble… the kind of trouble that makes life worth living. Their first conversation happened at Crimson Lake , the forb...