Hello, guys, it's me, your author.

It's my first time writing a story.It's my first time writing a story . This story plot has been long Going Into my mind now.Finally, I'm writing it down.I'm very excited for your response.

Let's start with introduction

Female Lead - Stella Williams

Stella Williams, 18, is a bright, ambitious girl born to a modest household. Despite her stunning looks - fair porcelain skin, striking light green almond-shaped eyes, and long black hair - she intentionally hides her beauty under thick-rimmed glasses, loose clothes, and a low profile. A mixed-race girl with Indian and Kiwi roots, she's known for being kind-hearted, intelligent, and inwardly strong, though often underestimated due to her quiet and reserved demeanor. With dreams bigger than her circumstances, Stella is determined to carve her own path.

Other charecters

Stella's Father - Ravi Williams

Ravi Williams, 45, works as an office clerk at a local legal firm. Originally from India, he is a calm, grounded man who values hard work, simplicity, and discipline. Known for his patient nature and quiet wisdom, Ravi is the pillar of the family - a man of few words, but deep love. Though modest in means, he ensures his children grow up with values, compassion, and the courage to dream.

Stella's Mother - Helen Williams

Helen Williams, 43, is a former literature teacher and now a full-time homemaker. Born and raised in New Zealand, she is warm, expressive, and fiercely protective of her family. Helen balances the household with a mix of strictness and softness - often nagging with love, and correcting with care. Her spirited nature contrasts Ravi's calmness, but together, they make a grounded pair who raise their children with love and pride.

Stella's Younger Brother - Liam Williams

Liam Williams, 11, is a mischievous sixth grader with a sharp tongue and endless energy. He adores annoying his older sister, Stella, with childish pranks and sarcastic remarks. Despite his troublemaker personality, Liam is clever, observant, and deeply attached to his family. His playful chaos brings life to the household, and his bond with Stella - filled with bickering and loyalty - adds warmth to her otherwise quiet

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Stanford University—renowned not just for its academic excellence, but for cultivating the world’s finest minds. A place of prestige, power, and privilege.

To many, it was a distant dream.To Stella Williams, it was her one and only chance.

Coming from the quiet town of Eldhollow, she had fought hard, through failures and trials, for this moment. To her, Stanford wasn’t just a university—it was hope. A path to her lifelong dream of building a hospital for the needy, born from a painful memory she never forgot.

What she didn’t know was… this dream would change the course of her entire life.

And what destiny had in store for her… was far from what she ever expected.

Scene 2

“There’s something you need to know,” she said, glancing around. “This place may seem like a dream, but it’s not all sunshine.”

Stella looked confused.

“There’s a group of guys here. People call them F4.”

“F4?” Stella repeated, puzzled.

Sophie nodded. “The Four. The most powerful, influential, and ridiculously good-looking guys on campus. They're practically royalty here—rich, untouchable, and dangerously charming. Every girl wants to date them. Every guy wants to be them.”

She paused before adding, “But don’t be fooled. They’re not just heartthrobs. They hold real power. Get on their bad side… and life here can turn into a nightmare. Just… be careful, okay? Stay off their radar.

Scene 3:

It happened just a few days into her arrival.

A crowd had gathered at the quad, laughter echoing in the air. Four boys stood at the center—confident, untouchable. One of them bullying someone

It wasn’t the first time Stella had seen something like this… but this time, it felt different. Crueler. Meaner.

And before she could even think about Sophie’s warning, her voice cut through the noise.

“That’s enough.”

Heads turned. Laughter paused.

She stepped forward, eyes unwavering.

“You don’t get to humiliate someone like that.”

One of the boys—the one in the center—tilted his head, amused.

“You must be new,” he said, voice smooth but sharp. “And bold.”

She didn’t flinch.

He took a step closer, smirk darkening. “Interesting. I’ve taken note of your face now, sweetheart. Let’s see how long that fire of yours

Scene 4

The hallway near the library was quiet and dimly lit. Stella was carrying a stack of books when her foot slipped on the polished floor. Before she could fall, a hand grabbed her waist firmly, steadying her.

In the sudden movement, their lips brushed—an accidental kiss.

Time stilled.

She looked up.

He was already staring at her.

Their eyes locked—his intense, hers wide with surprise.

No words were exchanged.

Only a moment… suspended in silence.

Scene 6:

Stella was dancing with someone else, moving effortlessly in the arms of another. From across the room, an unknown guy stood still, his eyes locked on her every movement. His gaze was cold, piercing, and filled with an intensity that made the air feel heavy.

"She’s mine". The thought echoed through his mind with possessive force. "Mine to possess, mine to control, mine to cherish. She doesn’t belong with anyone else. No one else is worthy of her. Not him, not anyone".

His hands tightened around his glass, knuckles white as he stared at the boy holding Stella." How dare he touch her? His gaze narrowed, sharp and calculating." I’ll make sure you regret this. You’ll learn that you have no right to be this close to her."

His eyes then shifted back to Stella, and his breath caught. "Stella, baby, you’ve ignited a fire within me today. His voice, silent but seething, rang with a dangerous edge. "Watching you dance with him has unleashed an inferno inside me—something that will soon burst into a raging lava. And when it does, you’ll feel the consequences of your actions."

He stared at her with cold fury, the jealousy surging inside him." From now on, you’ll never even dream of touching another guy, not unless it's me. I’ll make sure of that."

Scene 7:

The two guys stood inches apart, their eyes locked in a fierce challenge.

One of them spoke first, his voice icy, demanding. "Stay away from her."

The second guy didn’t back down, his voice just as cold. "She’s not yours to control."

Tension crackled in the air as the two exchanged words that quickly escalated. Without warning, they collided—shoves turning into heated punches.

Stella, in shock, rushed forward, her voice trembling. "Stop! Please, stop!" She tried to intervene, but the first guy pulled her into him possessively.

"Stay out of this," he growled, not letting her go.

"I don’t want you fighting because of me!" Stella protested, struggling against his grip. But before she could pull away, the second guy grabbed her wrist.

The first guy’s gaze turned to him, burning with anger. "Let go of her."

The second guy didn’t flinch, his grip tightening. "She’s not yours."

The whispers from the surrounding students grew louder, as they watched the scene unfold.

Students- "Can't believe two most powerful and rich guy are fighting together just because of one normal girl"

Students- "Oh my god, she turned two best friends into enemies.She’s such a vixen

The scene ended with the murmurs growing, the two guys locked in a silent standoff, each unwilling to back down.

...End...

Narrator Pov

The morning sun filtered gently through the cottony clouds, casting a soft golden hue across the rooftops of a quiet little town tucked in the heart of New Zealand. The town of Eldhollow — though small and often forgotten by the fast pace of the world — held a charm of its own. The scent of dew still clung to the grass, birds chirped harmoniously atop the trees, and a soft breeze danced playfully through the narrow lanes.

Nestled at the edge of this peaceful town, a modest orphanage named Maple Grove Home stood with its ivy-draped walls and worn wooden gates. Inside one of its sunlit classrooms, chalk gently scraped across the blackboard as a girl in her late teens explained a math problem with grace and clarity.

Her name was Stella Williams.

With porcelain-fair skin, soft pink lips, and striking light green eyes that mirrored spring meadows, Stella’s beauty was effortless, yet never flaunted. She wore her long black hair in a simple ponytail, a few strands falling softly across her delicate features. She had an elegance about her — calm, yet confident, and when she smiled, it was the kind that made the room feel warmer.

"Alright, now who wants to give this one a try?" she asked, turning from the board with a gentle expression.

A small hand shot up enthusiastically from the front row. “Me, Miss Stella!”

A boy no older than ten stood up and began explaining, his voice full of certainty, but his answer, unfortunately, wasn't quite right. A ripple of laughter spread across the classroom as the others couldn’t help but giggle at his mistake.

Stella’s smile faded as she raised her voice slightly — not in anger, but with calm authority. "That’s enough, everyone."

The room fell silent instantly.

“Making mistakes is not something to laugh at,” she said, stepping forward, her voice steady. “We come here to learn, not to be perfect. Do you know what's braver than getting something right? Trying, even when you’re not sure of the answer.”

The little boy’s eyes lit up with a shy smile, and Stella gently patted his head before returning to the board.

The laughter faded into quiet admiration.

Stella Pov

"My name is Stella Williams " she glances out the window for a brief moment.For the last three years, Stella had been volunteering at Maple Grove Home as a part-time teacher. The orphanage, limited in funding, couldn’t afford fully staffed educators, and Stella — moved by the joy of giving and the innocence in those young eyes — offered her time without asking for anything in return. The place felt like a second home to her. Amidst the laughter, scribbled chalkboards, and scraped-kneed mischief, she found a certain peace here  a kind of stillness that calmed the chaos of her own life.

Narrator Pov

As the bell rang for the mid-morning break, the children scrambled outside, giggling and calling out to one another.

Stella remained behind, clearing the board absentmindedly before taking a seat at the small teacher’s desk in the corner. She flipped open her old laptop, its hinges squeaking faintly, and instinctively checked her email — something she did out of habit, never really expecting anything new.

But this time... her eyes widened.

One subject line stood out starkly from the rest, bold and unmistakable.

“Congratulations! Royal Academy Admissions – Acceptance Offer”

Her breath caught in her throat.Stella’s trembling fingers clicked the email open. Her eyes darted across the glowing screen, and her breath caught in her throat as she began to read.

"Dear Miss Stella Williams,

We were deeply impressed by your academic excellence, personal statement, and unwavering dedication toward the field of medical sciences.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Stanford University as a full-time undergraduate student for the upcoming academic year.

In light of your exceptional performance and financial background, we are offering you a 90% merit-based scholarship to support your education and living expenses.

We look forward to welcoming you on campus soon.

Warm regards,

Office of Admissions

Stanford University

Stella stared at the screen in stunned silence. Her lips parted slightly, heart thudding. She blinked rapidly and leaned back in her chair.

"No way," she whispered.

She pinched her forearm — once, twice.

Still real.

Then came the words — shaky, but filled with joy.

"I did it. I finally did it..."

Tears welled up in her green eyes, spilling down her cheeks.

"After so many failures... all those nights studying, all the rejection letters, all the doubts... I actually did it."

She buried her face in her hands and began to cry — the quiet, overwhelmed kind of crying that only comes when a dream finally steps out of the shadows.

Her reaction wasn’t surprising. After all, getting into Stanford University was nothing short of a miracle for students like Stella. To most, it was just a dream  the kind only visited in sleep.

Ranked among the most prestigious institutions in the world, Stanford was synonymous with excellence. It offered elite programs in engineering, medicine, science, and literature. Graduates were known to walk straight into some of the world’s best opportunities. But with such prestige came an overwhelming price tag — one that most middle-class families couldn’t dream to afford.

That’s why Stella’s acceptance, paired with a near-full scholarship, was nothing short of extraordinary.

She had applied for a Medical Sciences major — a path she’d been committed to ever since childhood. The reason behind her ambition was deeply personal. Years ago, she had lost her grandfather — not because of disease, but because their family couldn’t reach the hospital in time. That helplessness had planted a dream in her young heart: to one day open a hospital in her hometown — a place that would offer affordable care for the poor and vulnerable.

Being accepted into Stanford wasn’t the end of that dream. It was just the beginning.

And sitting there in the quiet orphanage classroom, with her old laptop humming faintly beside her and sunlight spilling through the dusty windows, Stella Williams smiled through her tears.

She was one step closer to changing the world.

...Episode Ends...