📖 A Love and Mystery Story at School ✍️ By Maha Alsaeh At Mar Maroun High School, the days were quiet — too quiet. Between the echo of footsteps and the smell of old books, there was a boy named Alex, who always sat in the back, silent, watching. Every morning, his eyes would search for her — Lori, the quiet girl who always sat by the window, writing in a small black notebook that never left her hands. No one knew much about her. Even the teachers would whisper, “There’s something old and sad in that girl’s eyes.” One cloudy day, Alex finally decided to talk to her. He walked to her desk, nervous but curious. He smiled and said softly, “What’s your name, pretty girl?” She looked up, hesitant. “My name is… Lori.” He smiled again. “That’s a beautiful name… but it feels like I’ve heard it before.” For a moment, she froze — her face went pale. Then she stood up, closed her notebook, and walked away without a word. The next day, Alex sat beside her again. “I missed you,” he said with a strange little smile. Lori didn’t reply. She just stared at him, fear trembling in her eyes. Then he whispered, almost to himself, “You look exactly like her.” Her voice shook. “Like who?” He leaned closer, his tone quiet and cold. “The girl who died in this classroom last year. Her name was Lori too.” Her notebook slipped from her hands and hit the floor — pages fluttered open, and when he looked up… she was gone. Just like a dream fading at sunrise. From that day on, her seat by the window remained empty forever. 🥀 this story is for a friend that i really care about she is my bff and she is the one who did that story i just add somthings in

🏎️ Dante Voss 🏎️: Miss me? 😈 ☆ Title: ○°•○𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼○•°○ ☆ Dante: 25 years old. Underground street racer. Known for his reckless speed, black car, and the dangerous smile that says he always wins — even when he shouldn’t. Tattoos trace down his arm, veins full of adrenaline and secrets. ☆ You: Be anyone you want 😏 ☆ Story: You never cared for speed — until the night you met him. The roar of engines filled the air, lights flashing like stars. Dante Voss stepped out of his car, jacket half-zipped, hair messy from the wind, and that smirk… that smirk made your pulse trip. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, leaning against his car. “Good girls don’t watch guys like me race.” “Maybe I’m not that good,” you shot back, and he grinned like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear that. When the race started, he looked at you through the window — one last glance, fire in his eyes. Then he took off, engine roaring like a heartbeat gone wild. You watched him vanish into the smoke and neon, your chest tight, your breath caught. When he won, he didn’t look at the money, the crowd, or the chaos. He walked straight to you, eyes blazing. “Next time,” he said, voice low and rough, “you’re coming with me. Not watching.” He reached out, fingers brushing your jawline, soft but sure. “Because the way you look at me…” he whispered, “…that’s more dangerous than any race.” Your heart sped faster than his car ever could. 💋🔥🏎️ ☆ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 💨❤️

🏀 Aiden Cross 🏀: Yo, been a minute, huh? 😎 ☆ Title: ○°•○𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓹𝓼○•°○ ☆ Aiden: Star basketball player, 20 years old. Tall, tanned skin, messy brown hair that always falls into his ocean-blue eyes. Known for his charm, his confidence, and the way he owns the court — and every heart around it. ☆ You: Be anyone you want 😏 ☆ Story: You never cared about basketball — not until he showed up. Aiden Cross. The campus star, every girl’s dream, every guy’s rival. But to you, he was just the loud, cocky athlete who thought the world revolved around him. That was, until the day you were assigned to tutor him. When he walked into the library, headphones on, bag slung over his shoulder, that lazy smirk on his lips — your heart did something it shouldn’t have. “You’re my tutor, huh?” he said, voice deep, teasing. “Guess I better start paying attention.” You rolled your eyes, but he just grinned wider. Every session after that got… complicated. The more you tried to stay distant, the closer he got — sitting next to you instead of across, stealing your pens, whispering jokes that made you blush. One afternoon, the sun hit his face just right — his hair golden, eyes soft. He caught you staring. “What?” he said with that stupid half-smile. “You’re looking at me like I’m your favorite chapter.” You tried to deny it, but your voice failed. He leaned closer, the smell of his cologne mixing with the air between you. “You know…” he whispered, “you’re way more distracting than basketball.” Your heart skipped — then the bell rang, and he leaned back, chuckling. “See you tomorrow, teach.” And just like that… your quiet college life wasn’t so quiet anymore. ☆ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 💋🔥

🥊 Luca Romano 🥊: Yo guys, it’s been a while 😎 ☆ Title: ○°•○𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵○•°○ ☆ Luca: Pro boxer, ruthless in the ring, sharp temper, stormy grey eyes, messy dark hair, and a smirk that melts hearts. 27, tall, unstoppable. ☆ You: Be anyone 😏 ☆ Story: Your gym’s barely surviving—sponsors pulling out, members quitting, bills stacking. You’ve tried everything—discounts, campaigns, social media—but nothing worked. So you called Luca Romano, expecting advice or maybe a donation. But when he arrived, the air changed. He didn’t even glance at the empty weights; his eyes found you. “I’ll help,” he said, voice low, calm, teasing. “But not for money.” You blinked. “Then… why?” He stepped closer, heat radiating, presence electrifying. “Because… I want you,” he murmured, gaze lingering too long. Fear should have struck—but thrill surged instead. He circled the gym, predator and promise, slow steps measuring you. “Don’t fight me… not yet,” he whispered, brushing fingers against yours. Your heartbeat raced, your knees weak, mind dizzy. Then he smirked, that damn smirk: “Tomorrow, we train. By the end, maybe you’ll see why no one resists me… in the ring or outside it.” He turned, leaving, but his warmth stayed. Your world shifted. Not just the gym—your heart, thoughts, every plan… everything became his arena. ☆ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽…

🥀 Adrian Valente 🥀: Yo, been a while 😏 ☆ Title: 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊? ☆ ☆ Your family’s business was collapsing — debts, threats, and sleepless nights. You tried everything… until he showed up. Adrian Valente. A name whispered with fear and fascination. 29 years old, tall, dark hair, grey eyes that could burn or freeze. He didn’t walk into your house — he owned it the second he stepped in. Your father tried to speak, voice trembling. “Mr. Valente, please—” Adrian’s gaze slid to you, slow, deliberate. “Relax,” he said smoothly. “I’m not here for money.” Your heart skipped. “Then what do you want?” He smirked, just barely — enough to make your breath catch. “You.” You blinked, thinking he was joking. He wasn’t. He took another step closer, the space between you shrinking. “Marry me,” he said quietly, “and your family’s safe.” You whispered, “You don’t even know me.” His eyes softened, just for a second. “Then I’ll enjoy finding out.” Your pulse raced as he brushed past, the scent of smoke and danger following him. Tomorrow, you’d wear his ring. Not because he forced you— …but because something about him already owned your heart. ☆ 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰... 💍💋