Glenna's eyes widened in shock as she rummaged through her handbag, her fingers brushing against two tickets."I got the ticket," she exclaimed while taking it out for everyone to see, her voice tinged with astonishment. "It's VIP."I wasn't surprised; my skills as a master thief worked like a charm, unseen and swift. Her expression mirrored the disbelief and awe I anticipated."Of course, my dear, only the best for you," I replied nonchalantly, glancing at my extravagantly priced watch. "Time's nearly upon us, let's head to our seats. But first..." My gaze hardened as I turned to the boy, my voice laced with an unyielding edge. "Glenna has told me everything. You've swindled her, pleaded for a reconciliation, even telling her that you are using your current relationship as a ruse for more deception. Stay away from Glenna, or you'll have me to contend with. I am her boyfriend now."The boy stood speechless, a mix of shock and anger on his face, further fueled by the angry glare of his

In the hall audience seat.I, Jessica, was a seasoned music critic for a prestigious magazine, having experienced a myriad of orchestras across the globe. Yet, today's performance stirred within me a reluctance I couldn't shake off. I hate the conductor. I checked the pamphlet and there was a name listed as the conductor: Benedict, notorious for his greed. was known to select musicians based on the thickness of their wallets rather than their talent. His conducting style, devoid of passion, always left me cold. I had no fondness for him, yet duty called, as the magazine I worked for insisted on a review, especially since a wealthy benefactor's offspring were to grace the stage.When I received my ticket, I deliberately chose a seat at a safe distance from the cacophony I anticipated. I had no desire to assault my ears with the conductor's mundane and uninspired interpretations. They were always so drearily predictable, lacking any semblance of artistic taste.As the first announcement

My eyes ached, almost as if they were overwhelmed by the radiant beauty before me. In all my previous existence, never had I directly gazed upon such a captivating face. And to witness her in slumber, her features softened in repose, was a vision beyond words. The delicate pink hue of her youthful lips seemed to whisper promises of forbidden sweetness."Damn, how can a woman be so breathtaking?" I mused internally. The sight of her was enough to fill me with a serene sense of completion, as if my life's purpose had been fulfilled in this single moment. Her beautiful eyelashes and eyebrows, her lips, akin to a pink, forbidden fruit, her nose finely sculpted, and her skin, reminiscent of polished ivory. Strands of her lustrous hair framed her face perfectly, an image so stunning, she could effortlessly be the muse of Instagram admirers worldwide.The picture of the girl that millions of otaku and nerds were willing to die for, including me in my pastime.Every fiber of my being seemed t

I revved the engine of my super bike, slicing through the city's cacophony as I made my way to the rehabilitation center. Celeste and Maria had already journeyed there by car, leaving me to navigate the bustling streets alone. Sophia and I had parted ways at the penthouse; her soul immersed in the intricate melodies of her new music. I had left her with the best songs to practice - John Legend's "All of Me" and Ed Sheeran's "Perfect," hoping they'd resonate with her artistic spirit.Upon arriving at the rehabilitation center, a heavy air of sorrow greeted me. People's heads shook gently, their expressions etched with grief. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken sadness, almost tactile in its intensity. I maneuvered through the somber crowd, making my way to Victoria's room. The corridor felt longer than usual, each step echoing with the collective heartache of those present.Inside Victoria's room, the scene was heart-wrenching. Celeste was weeping inconsolably at her mother's bed

The imposing figure, who seemed to be the leader, approached with an air of authority. As he spoke, the crowd hushed in anticipation. “What do you want?” he demanded.Confused and slightly taken aback, I stepped forward. “You take my superbike and destroy it, yet you ask me what I want? I demand compensation from whoever wrecked it.”The leader’s laugh echoed mockingly. “I don’t know who destroyed it. Did you see any of us do it? All I know is you came here attacking us.”I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. “So, this is your game? You're even more of a coward than I thought, denying your own actions. Fine, I'll coax the truth out of you, one way or another.”“Do you really think you can stand against us?” The leader’s voice was dripping with contempt. “Attack him now!”Yet, no one moved. I walked up to the leader, my eyes locking with his. “Why don't you make your move, coward, always hiding behind numbers? I stand here alone, and still, you call for others to fight your battl