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OFF THE RECORD | Labyrinth of the Youth

Dylan has everything—wealth, a name, and a future planned by his powerful CEO father. But as the only son, he feels like an heir to expectations, not a person with choices. Feeling trapped, he runs away and transfers to a public school to live life on his own terms. There, he meets Flynn—the only son of a commoner. Flynn is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and unlike anyone Dylan has ever met. At first, they clash, full of pride and misunderstandings. But when Dylan sees the hidden struggles Flynn carries, something in him changes. He starts to care—quietly, fiercely, and more deeply than he realized was possible. Flynn, who has never been cared for like this, doesn't know what to do with Dylan's attention—or the growing feeling in his own heart that he can no longer ignore. Between rivalry and tenderness, denial and desire, Dylan and Flynn navigate their complicated youth—where the most important truths are the hardest to say aloud, and the most unforgettable stories are the ones left unspoken. "Some feelings are too real to say out loud. Some stories are too true to tell." This is theirs—OFF THE RECORD. ---------------------------------------------------- PROLOGUE "Do you know Flynn?" Dylan asked. "Flynn?" Nicole echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah... Flynn Amaro Luz." "Oh, the handsome guy from the Regular Department. Who doesn't know him? He's not just good-looking — he's smart, too. Most of the professors know him, and I heard some seniors from the Star Department even tried to recruit him, but he refused. Why do you ask?" "I think... I like him," Dylan said quietly. Nicole blinked. "So the rumors are true?" "Rumors? What rumors?" Dylan asked, frowning slightly. "Well... it's not exactly a rumor, but a lot of girls have been fantasizing you two together since Foundation Week. I just have to ask—are you gay, Dylan?" "I'm not," he replied after a pause. "I don't feel this way about any other guy... just him. And honestly, I'm confused too." "But... don't you have a girlfriend?" Nicole asked. "We're not together anymore," Dylan said simply. "So you broke up because of Flynn?" "No... not exactly. But... maybe it has something to do with him," Dylan admitted with a small shrug. "Have you told him how you feel?" "No. I don't think I can." "Because he's a guy?" Nicole asked softly. "It's not that," Dylan said, shaking his head. "I know he's a guy — but I'm confused by how he acts around me. I try to be caring, sometimes even clingy, and he always stops me. But if he really didn't feel anything, shouldn't he have pushed me away completely?" "Well... only you can find out," Nicole said after a pause. "I don't know him personally, so I can't judge." Dylan looked out the window, his expression uncertain but determined. "Actually... I'm planning to confess tonight. After his performance." Nicole laughed softly. "You're something else, Dylan. Who would've thought that a guy who looks so rebellious could be tamed... by another guy?"
jycphhh · 24.7k Views

Turns Out I’m the Mistress, Not the Main Character

“Please, let me touch you,” his voice breaks, pleading. I laugh, overwhelmed by the irony of the situation. Because the very man who persecuted me so much is now the one reduced to nothing before me. His hair is a mess, eyes baggy with dark circles that note the sleepless nights. Those eyes once only reflected hatred for me, but now they’re begging desperately. “Why won’t you just let me come to you? Why does that bastard have to be near you all he wants but I’m not given any moment to even smell you?!!” His rage is laced with pain, his voice filled with bitterness and evident fear. Fear of losing me. “Why?” I ask. My voice is low, but steady. “Why should I let the man who’s abused me for so long come anywhere near me? Why should I give the man who’s watched his family and everyone humiliate me every moment of my life a chance?” My eyes burn with rage, tears welling up as I think back to the countless torture I had to endure. “Tell me why I should come back to the man who’s questioned my dignity and let another woman take my place!!!” “No, Lei, no,” his voice shakes, quiet as though every word costs him. The sound of his voice is barely audible, like it is drowning in regrets too heavy to undo. He draws near, hands trembling with eyes wide with guilt and regret. “It’s all over now. Sign the divorce papers if you still have a bit of a conscience left inside.” His quivering face turns tight with anger. “Why? So you can run off to those good for nothing goons who leer lustfully at you?!” His voice lowers, but remain steady and stern. “I will never let you go, Lei. Never!” I smile. My defiant eyes alone telling all there is to know. Because for me, there is never going back to him. •••••••• Leiara Rhys, the sole heiress to the Rhys Development, has always faced life head-on with one motto: “If it isn’t death, how bad can it be?” When she’s forced into an arranged marriage with Colson Hayes, heir to a rival company, she braces herself like always, determined to bury the fear, the pain, the grief deep inside. But nothing prepares her for the cold hatred in her husband’s eyes. A hatred rooted in a grudge she doesn’t understand. As Colson quietly vows to ruin her, Leiara becomes a pawn trapped between two powerful families and impossible expectations. Abused and subjected to all sorts of violence by her husband, family and his lover, Leiara’s carefully guarded heart begins to fracture. After all, the human heart isn’t a diamond that cannot break, nor a barrel that cannot overflow. When Leiara discovers that she isn’t the main character in this marriage but merely the mistress, the world she built on pain begins to crack. Forced to coexist with the main character, the true focus of her husband’s affection, she must remain in the background as she always has. But just when she’s ready to stop hoping and let go, something utterly unexpected happens. The very man whose eyes once reflected only her mistakes and imperfections now holds a tenderness and longing she doesn’t know how to trust. A boundless love she cannot seem to fully explore. And for Leiara, the irony of it all is just too cruel, yet too breaking to ignore. But one thing is for sure; she is no longer a puppet to be mistreated as they see fit.
Chicken_Fruit · 27.9k Views

The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?
Author_fredah · 108.8k Views