H_Vasuja

Story Description:

Vale Black seems like the kind of girl who has it all—fair honey skin, hazel waves that catch the sunlight, silver jewels that shimmer against her skin, and a heart too big for her own good. Lovable, honest, and an open book, she’s someone people easily fall for—but never seem to stay with. Behind her soft smile and bright eyes lies a world no one knows about. No one, except her best friend Hanisha.

In secret, Vale is a car-racing thrill-seeker, a tech genius, and a trained fighter—talents buried deep beneath layers of privilege and expectation. But her carefully guarded secrets begin to unravel when Kian Adams enters her life. Rich, sharp, and carrying scars of his own, Kian’s family shares a tense, complicated past with Vale’s. What starts as distant indifference turns into a slow-burning connection, as their lives begin to collide in ways neither of them planned.

As they navigate messy friendships, broken trust, and the slow dance of teenage love, Vale and Kian must learn that the truth doesn’t always hurt—it heals. And sometimes, the people who see through your walls are the ones who help rebuild what’s inside.

THE SUNLIGHT SKETCHES

Vale wasn't in class this morning.

Mr. Williams didn't comment, but I noticed. So did Hanisha, though she played it cool.

But when someone starts taking up space in your head, silence feels louder. Absence feels personal.

After class, I found myself wandering—past the parking lot, toward the back of the school, where students rarely went. That's when I saw it.

They curved sharp and clean against the far end of the pavement—too perfect for a parent pickup, too wild for an accident.

Unless someone had been driving… fast.

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That evening, back at home, my mother was on a video call with someone from the firm. Her voice drifted like perfume—sweet, rehearsed, and poisonous.

Upstairs, I opened my laptop. Just to mess around. Or so I told myself.

I wasn't looking for Vale. Not exactly.

But I remembered the footprint in the school's system. The one someone had left behind last week. I pulled it up again, traced it deeper this time.

Whoever made it was careful. Clever. Like they didn't want to be found, but also… kind of did.

A hidden alias blinked in the code:VB_Zero

I leaned back in my chair, exhaling.

So—she raced, she hacked, and she still sat like marble in art class.

The more I found, the less I understood.And the more I wanted to.

Chapter Eight: Missing Hours