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I Love/Hate You

Two teens were born to be sworn enemies. Living just across the street but not even for once, they speak nicely to each other. Everything is always tense around them; whether at school or at home. Minghao, the son of the Hot Sichuan House brings up his name so well. He's hot; tall, milky white skin with athletic features, just like a Hot Sichuan Fish Soup, spicy but addicting. He is the polar opposite of Yi Chen, the son of the Sweet Pork Bun Store. Just like the silken tofu and fluffy steam bun, that's how his personality is; soft, cute, demure, bubbly and fluffy. These two are the epitome of water and oil; combined them two and the kitchen will turn disaster. The war between them simmer a bit when the two attend a different college. Yi Chen experience a freedom for the first time in his life. No evil glare from Minghao, no rivalry games, no bickering at the street in the middle of the night, no pranks, nothing. But, the serene doesn't last long. Somehow, Minghao is back at the town, even enrolling in the same college as Yi Chen. What make things worst is, he is now his roommate! Every step that Yi Chen takes is somehow under surveillance from now on. At first, Yi Chen thought Minghao is just a nosy roommate who only getting into his nerves. But when he deliberately sabotaging his romance with a senior student; Yi Chen had enough. He decided to retaliate. But, shockingly, Minghao's reaction is far from what Yi Chen expected. Instead of dating Senior Yu, he chose to reject her bluntly. And from that moment, Minghao keeps bugging Yi Chen, as if that man belongs to him. Unconsciously, Yi Chen somehow enjoys the attention from Minghao. He even feels jealous when he sees Minghao with another classmate; Eric. The unknown feeling makes Yi Chen afraid, thus, he chose to stay away from Minghao. What will happen to them in the end? Is this love? Is the hate truly a hate, or just a barrier to facade a true feelings that they had for each other?
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FALLING FOR THE GUY NEXT DOOR

His piercing hunter green eyes locked onto mine, a tangible intensity that felt like a captivating force holding me firmly in place. In that moment, it became abundantly clear that he was the hunter, and I was nothing more than his prey, utterly ensnared by this man’s unyielding charm and raw magnetism. Each moment spent under his gaze felt like a thrilling yet terrifying surrender to something I could scarcely comprehend. Tears cascaded down my cheeks in steady streams, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming fear creeping into my heart—the paralyzing dread of losing him. The thought alone was enough to leave me breathless, as I grappled with the conflicting emotions swirling within me. I longed for his connection, yet the specter of uncertainty loomed ever larger. “Tell me, Steve, do you love me at all?” I found the courage to ask, my voice quivering with both hope and despair. It was a question that had haunted me for far too long, and I desperately needed an answer. He hesitated for a heartbeat, his expression revealing the internal battle he fought before responding. “You know I can never tell a woman my feelings, but you will come to understand it through my actions towards you,” Steve finally replied, his voice low and gravelly. With a graceful yet powerful motion, he encircled his strong, muscular arms around my waist, drawing me closer against his warm, solid frame. “I want you, Daisy, right now,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers began to trail up toward the hem of my skirt. My heartbeat quickened with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but I was painfully aware of the underlying tension that clung to this charged moment. “Stop, Steve! You're just using me!" I blurted out, my voice trembling but resolute. “If you truly have any feelings for me at all, I need you to understand—I’m pregnant." The words rushed out in a torrent, knowing full well that this revelation was likely the last thing he wanted to hear at this delicate juncture. Yet I had to stand my ground; there was no way I would even consider the thought of terminating this pregnancy. The prospect of a life growing inside me filled me with a sense of purpose that eclipsed even my fears of losing him. “We have to keep this baby,” I stated firmly, holding onto my resolve as I faced the man who could either be my comfort or my undoing.
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