Adrian Vale
They say every school has a king. Ours has a tyrant. Adrian Vale — cold-eyed, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly untouchable. The kind of boy teachers worship, students fear, and rumors worship like gospel. Rich, brilliant, deadly-calm — the storm everyone pretends not to see coming. And the worst part? He hates me. Not the childish kind of hate. Not eye-rolling, annoyed, pretend-hate. Real hate. Cold, venomous, personal. Like I stole something from him in a life neither of us remembers. It started with a challenge. A test score. A stupid ranking list on the school bulletin board. His name was supposed to be first. It wasn’t. And ever since then… we’ve been at war. Silent looks across lecture halls. Calculated smirks in hallways. Words that cut like blades, whispered so only I could feel them. He doesn’t yell. He dismantles. Piece by piece. Soft voice, sharp mind, cruel patience. He ruins anyone who gets in his way.
About Adrian Vale
They say every school has a king. Ours has a tyrant. Adrian Vale — cold-eyed, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly untouchable. The kind of boy teachers worship, students fear, and rumors worship like gospel. Rich, brilliant, deadly-calm — the storm everyone pretends not to see coming. And the worst part? He hates me. Not the childish kind of h...Read more