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Click. Click. Click. Heels cut through the corridor like they owned it. A woman led the way. Sharp posture. No patience in her steps. Behind her— a boy followed. Calm. Quiet. Watching everything without looking like he was. Aaron – POV So this is it. The school. I exhaled slowly through my nose, letting the noise of the hallway pass through me instead of into me. Too loud. Too careless. “You said something?” The woman’s voice snapped me back. I blinked once. “Hmm?” Her brow tightened. “This is your class.” “Got it,” I said simply. No fight. No extra words. That part comes later. She left. I stepped inside. The room was chaos pretending to be normal. Laughter. Shouting. Movement without awareness. My eyes moved through it all lazily. Until they didn’t. Back row. Head down. Still. Like she had already decided the world wasn’t worth participating in today. … There you are. “Excuse me?” The teacher finally noticed me. I didn’t look at him. “I’m the transfe

She stood up from her chair, about to walk out as if nothing had happened. Something in me snapped. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her hand, restraining her movement. The moment my fingers touched her skin— Chaos erupted. From different corners of the restaurant, men moved like shadows coming alive. Chairs scraped harshly against the floor, and within seconds, guns appeared from different angles, all pointed straight at me. Cold. Steady. Unforgiving. My body went rigid. My heartbeat slammed wildly against my chest, loud enough that I swore everyone could hear it. I slowly turned my head, my eyes landing on the black barrels aimed at me. What the hell…? Behind me, Damien sucked in a sharp breath. “Cyrus…” Jeff whispered, his voice trembling. I didn’t even dare to look back at them. That was when I saw her face. That sadistic smile curled slowly across her lips, calm and terrifying, like she had seen this scene play out a hundred times before

I brought my bike to a halt in front of an abandoned building, my nose crinkling as my brows furrowed. I walked toward the building, and the guards who had been lazing around stood abruptly from their positions, greeting me. I replied with a nod before stepping inside, only to be met with the sight of men training. One of the hitmen approached me and led me toward the torture room. "Thank you, young miss, for coming here," he said. He was met with silence. "We called you over because the suspect may be of your interest." "Hmm," I replied. We arrived in front of an iron door. "Please, after you, young miss." I stepped inside. I put on my gloves slowly. "You have the next one minute to start talking, or forget about leaving here with your complete body parts," I said in a neutral voice. "Speak. The young miss doesn't have the patience," one of the men warned. "One minute remaining." "Time's up." I picked up a pair of pliers. "For someone who hates pain, I wo

SixCyrusI felt it before I understood it.That cold, crawling sensation at the base of my spine — the kind that warns predators when something stronger has entered the territory.Our eyes locked.The hallway noise blurred into nothing. Laughter, footsteps, conversations — all of it faded beneath the weight of her stare.She didn’t blink.She didn’t look startled.She didn’t even look curious.She looked… attentive.Like she was memorizing me.Cataloguing details.The shape of my jaw. The tension in my shoulders. The arrogance I wear like armor.And then —She tilted her head.Slightly.Not flirtatious.Not shy.Just… thoughtful.A small smile touched her lips.Not warm.Not inviting.Calculated.My body reacted before my ego did.She’s dangerous.But ego is a stubborn thing.And mine does not bow easily.I held her gaze longer than necessary. Let her know I wasn’t prey.If she was studying me —I was studying her right back.But when she finally looked away, it wasn’t because I won.

The morning classes were winding down, but the energy in the school was anything but calm. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating rows of polished desks and the occasional sneaker peeking out beneath a chair.Some students scribbled notes feverishly, pretending that today’s lesson mattered more than life itself. Others rested their heads lazily on their arms, earbuds tucked into their ears as they scrolled endlessly on their phones. A few more typed away on tablets or phones, posting memes or refreshing the school blog, which had been buzzing nonstop with speculation about the mysterious last transfer student.Rumors had taken over the corridors like wildfire. Some students whispered that she was a genius; others claimed she was from one of the most powerful families in the city. A few even said she had a reputation that made grown adults nervous. Nobody seemed to know exactly what to expect, but everyone knew one thing: the arrival of this girl was going to shake th

The Next Day A black limo rolled into the school grounds, drawing attention instantly. Students in expensive uniforms filled every corner, each moving in their own stylish rhythm, making the environment rowdy and alive. The car stopped smoothly in front of the school building. Out stepped a tall, handsome lad. “He’s here! Our school prince has arrived!” Girls screamed and fawned over him, some nearly tripping over themselves just to get a closer look. Cyrus scanned the area coolly, searching for his friends. Shit. Those bastards either haven’t arrived or went to class without me. A neatly dressed girl stood at the entrance, looking at him coldly. Cyrus felt the glare and turned toward the building. There she was. Tracy. A smile formed on his lips. “I’m surprised you waited for me.” She flicked his forehead. “I can’t stay mad at you for long, else you go the wrong path.” “Awwnnn, did you miss me that much, Trace?” “What the fuck! I told you to stop calling me such lame ni