Novels by Bebe Lan

Weeks had passed since Dave’s confession, and the days had started to feel heavier than I wanted to admit at first, his texts had been constant — good morning messages, funny memes during class, and sweet goodnight notes that made me smile before bed. But lately, they had become less frequent sometimes he’d take hours to reply, and other times my calls would go unanswered, followed by a quick text saying he was busy I tried not to overthink it. He was a senior, after all, with projects and responsibilities piling up. But the worry was there, knowing at the back of my mind like a persistent shadow.I blamed myself more than him i had kept him waiting for almost a month, giving vague answers and asking for time he had been so patient — never pushing, never demanding — and now I was terrified I was losing him because of it the thought made my chest feel tight every time I checked my phone and saw no new message, what if he had finally gotten tired of waiting? What if I had waited too l

Dave’s POVThe staff room was bustling with the usual end-of-day chatter when Mr. Johnson, one of my superiors, approached me with a tired smile. “Dave, we need a favor the junior class needs a substitute tutor for their business project session tomorrow. The regular teacher is out sick, and none of us can cover it you’re one of the best seniors we have — would you mind stepping in?”I hesitated, shifting my bag on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, sir i’m really busy with my own group presentation I don’t think I can take it on right now.”He nodded understandingly. “I get it, no pressure. We’ll figure something out.”I left the room feeling a little guilty but relieved. Tutoring juniors sounded like a headache — too many questions, too much energy I didn’t have i headed to my locker, mind already shifting to my own work, when I overheard two teachers talking in the hallway.“It’s the junior Business administration students damn I guess they'll stay like that or Mr krok will take over and t

The weeks after our secret truce had settled into a delicate balance that felt both thrilling and terrifying. Jayden and Sophia’s relationship was advancing in the public eye, and it was impossible to ignore. She visited more often now, bringing little gifts — homemade cookies, fresh flowers from her garden, or small trinkets she thought would brighten the house.And she'll constantly bring Mom some stuff too saying that her mom asked her to give ours and it wasn't strange because they were good friends Sometimes she’d offer to cook, filling the kitchen with the smell of her favorite dishes, and Mom would praise her endlessly, she got along easily with miss Hanna too she was indeed nice — kind, polite, and genuinely warm. I found myself praying my big-headed brother wouldn’t cheat on her with another girl, even though he was already doing it with me the irony wasn’t lost on me it made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t quite explain.Dave came to our classroom one afternoon, assign

The weeks after our truce had settled into a strange, delicate balance that felt both comforting and fragile I had kept Dave on hold for almost a month now, and the guilt was starting to weigh on me, he had been so patient — never pushing, never demanding and always answers when ever I called , just sending sweet texts and waiting for me to be ready. Every time I saw his name on my phone, a pang of guilt hit me he deserved better than this limbo I was keeping him in but I couldn’t bring myself to make a decision yet not when Jayden and I were still secretly finding our way back to each other in the shadows.One evening, Jayden called me into his room with a simple text: “Come here my baby” The house was quiet, Mom and Dad downstairs watching TV, Marbel in her room, I guess she's doing a live video I slipped down the hall, heart beating a little faster as I closed the door behind me. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at me with that intense gaze I knew too well.I stood

The truce we made in the backyard felt like a fragile agreement that was already starting to bend under its own weight we had agreed to move on publicly — me with Dave, him with Sophia — while secretly meeting when the pull became too strong, it was a dangerous compromise, the kind that could destroy everything if discovered, but in the quiet moments when no one was watching, it felt inevitable. I told myself it was just temporary, a way to ease the ache without fully letting go but deep down, I knew it was more than that. Jayden was still under my skin, and I was still under his.The first secret meeting happened a few days later. I was in my room, pretending to study, when my phone buzzed with a simple text from him: “Backyard now.” My heart raced as I slipped downstairs and out the back door the garden was dark, the only light from the moon and the distant streetlamps. Jayden was waiting by the old tree, hands in his pockets, eyes intense even in the shadows.We didn’t speak at fi

The backyard was quiet under the late afternoon sun, the only sound the distant hum of traffic beyond the fence. Jayden and I were alone for the first time in weeks the air between us thick with everything we weren’t saying,I sat on the wooden bench, pretending to scroll through my phone, while he leaned against the tree, arms crossed the silence stretched, heavy and uncomfortable. Finally, I took a deep breath and decided to speak.“Dave asked me out,” I said, keeping my voice steady"I like him i’m thinking of saying yes.”Jayden turned slowly, his eyes darkening with a mix of shock and fury, he stepped closer, jaw tight. “You can’t be serious Dave? That senior? You’re really going to throw everything away for him?”I stood up, anger flaring hot and fast. “Throw what away, Jayden? We’re brothers that’s what the world knows that’s what we agreed to be so yes, I’m going to do what I want I deserve happiness too.”He closed the distance until we were inches apart. The air between us cra