Novels by Nessa blake

*Ariana*I don't think I really remembered how I got home, but all I knew was that I was so damn exhausted.And guess what? (Dramatic pause) I was on my bed actually crying. And no, it wasn't the kind where you go looking for a freaking mirror to look how cute you are. No, in this case, you don't really need it 'cause you know you already look like a freaking ghost with spider-web eyes. To put it simply—I'm a mess. Actually.I don't know why I'm feeling this way, but I think maybe it's because Davis was the only person who knew me as my real psychotic, crazy self and chose to love me for who I was. But apparently, I was wrong. And as much as I'd hate to admit it, that hit me so hard. Yeah sure, maybe everyone does love me, but not when I'm the real me. It just feels like everyone wants me to be so perfect, and school was like the place I could just be free and...I heard a knock on my door. Dang it, my thoughts were interrupted just when I was in the mood to be vulnerable. Guess it's

*Tristan*I kept staring at Ariana the entire lunch. There was just this feeling that something was really going on. I know it's not really my business, but I just wanted to know. It was eating at me in a way I couldn't explain. Every time I looked away, my eyes found their way back to her. She looked... different. Less fierce. Less like she was ready to burn the world down. More like she was barely holding it together."Yo, why do you keep staring at Ariana?" Eric asked, breaking through my thoughts."How 'bout you mind your own business?" I shot back, not even bothering to look at him."Well, doesn't seem like what you're doing," he said, not giving up. Derek snickered beside him, clearly enjoying the show."How about I make you then?" I said, challenging him with a raised brow."Whoa, someone seems off... Well, let's discuss the m

*Ariana*After dinner with my parents, I went out to see my boyfriend. Gasp Ariana has a boyfriend?! Shocker!Well, anyways, his name is Davis, and I think he's like the only one I don't find annoying. I think it might be love? Right?.. Yuck!We both went on a date to this restaurant. He kept saying the food was "to die for." He knew me with my school identity, so it's cool if I act crazy sometimes.We ordered lasagna and mashed potatoes. I wanted the mashed potatoes 'cause I already had dinner, remember.The waiter came back with the back of what I ordered. Like, why is my mash potatoes looking like potatoes mashed instead? I was amused and furious that I just had to ask."What is this?""Sorry ma'am, there was no mashed potatoes left, so I decided to bring what was available.""Wow!! What happened to coming back and saying, 'Ma, there is no mashed potatoes,' instead you brought this?!"Davis was trying to calm me down, but I wasn't having it."You know what? You can have it." I shove

*Ariana*"No, I think this one looks better on me," Bel and I were arguing about which bikini suit looked better on ME. "ME" better. I'm pretty sure the ME was bold and in capital letters. Like, how can you tell me what's best for me? Do you know who I am? If you don't—which I doubt you do—I am Ariana Kings. The one and only. Last daughter of The Kings family. The princess of it all. I'm a somebody, mehn."Oh no, there she goes again with that look that says, 'Look at me, I'm Ariana Kings, The Almighty one,'" Bel said, motioning to Ash and Kyle."Buh y'all know it's true and you love me for that. Right?.." I asked, turning to face the mirror. Surprisingly, I got no answers."Don't you guys love me?" I asked, pulling a puppy face."Ya, keep thinking that," Kyle said coolly."Kyle Johnson!" I yelled."Oooh" Bel chuckled."Don't mind them, sweetie, you know I love you," Ashton cooed, hugging me. You know, Ashton can be very nice to people when he's had his pills—you know, to his friends.

Hey guys, sorry for the wait and suspense—I've been really busy lately. How about I write an interesting chapter for y'all to make up for it? 🤗---ArianaThe guy was totally speechless—like he was just opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. Pathetic.Finally, they decided to introduce themselves. The one with the lowest IQ was Derek Jones. The one in the middle was Eric Johnson. And my patatino? Tristan Hales.Tristan. That sounds so sweet.I caught myself staring at him, then snapped out of it. I mean, what has come over me? Since when did I start daydreaming? Something must be wrong somewhere. Maybe I'm getting sick. Yeah, that's it.Anyway. School was finally over. For the first time—Hurrayyyyy!!!! I finally get to get out of this hell hole, and also I get to avoid someone. So I'm feeling pretty great.I was practically hopping towards my car, nearly smooching it, when I saw them. The PIGS. Yeah, you guessed it right. Those three idiots were all looking in my direction li

ArianaI left for class after that encounter. I would be a big liar if I said that guy didn't have any effect on me. He was like the only guy I deemed worthy of my time—and that thought annoyed me more than I cared to admit.Next class was Physics. Ughhh... more science. Don't get me wrong, I love science, but how do teachers expect students to know everything they taught within 13 weeks in one day? Like... be serious.Anyway. When I walked into class, I noticed the students were behaving weirdly—but not in the usual fearful way. They looked like they were staring at something magical. When I looked closer, I realized it was the little patatino in all his glory, except for the slight mark on his left cheek that I honorably left.I didn't care about such commotion. I went to my seat, seeing that everyone was still ogling at him. I commanded in a loud tone, "Everyone get your butt on your seat before I count to three."Immediately, everyone scrambled to their seats in fear. I smiled at