The Quiet Ones

(2026 VERSION — CURRENTLY UPDATED THROUGH CHAPTER 7.1 MORE CHAPTERS WILL BE UPDATED/ADDED SOON UNTIL THE STORY IS COMPLETE.) People say the quiet ones are the scariest. Letizia Serafinne may be the most beautiful girl in town, but few people truly know her. Reserved, sharp-tongued, and effortlessly elegant, she wants only to finish her final year of high school and attend her dream university. But the attention surrounding her is becoming dangerous. Admiration turns into obsession, affection becomes possession, and buried secrets begin to surface-secrets about her mother, the darkness she hides, and the unseen stalker following her every move. Yet Letizia has a secret obsession of her own: the man she has never stopped yearning for. In a town where powerful families guard deadly truths and love can become a terrifying addiction, everyone is watching the quiet girl. What they don't realize is that she may be watching them too. --- The helmeted guy steps between us, but I move faster, raise my fist, and punch Vik in the face. "I said don't fucking come near me!" I shout. "F—fuck, heh. I knew your punch would be so fucking sweet." Vik touches his cheek and chuckles deep in his throat. "Tell your freak to get away from me!" furious and frightened at the same time, while the helmeted guy corners him against his car. "Don't fucking tell me—is he one of your toys?" "Fuck this," I drag him out, and punch him again. I grab his mallet and swing it into the side of his face. THUD. Then I swing it into the other side of his face. THUD. He struggles, blood covering his mouth. Then I place my right foot on his d***. "FUCK!!!" He screams, and I press down harder. From this angle, I can tell that he can see my p****, and I don't fucking care anymore. "Heh, you want to be my toy, right?" I say to his face while continuing to press my bare foot against his. "You keep babbling about what boys do to me, who's after me, and how he touches me. Why? Are you jealous? You're fucking jealous because I chose him, and you lost again, right?" I ask, and I'm about to raise the mallet. He stares directly at me. "You want to beat him so badly, so you try to beat me," I say again. And I can feel that his d*** is hard. No fucking way