Novels by Sen_TLP

I would tell you all the other things we did that night, but I’m shy, and you’re all too nosy for me— why else would you want to hear about Miyamura bending me over? What a bunch of nosy bastards. Anyway…the world is changing. Little by little, but it definitely is. The good news is that omegas are no longer seen as objects for trade…there’s nothing like stocks anymore. Also, no one’s being forced to bow their heads to alphas anymore— all the leftover rules from the dark era have finally come to an end. The bad news is that no one knows what to do. There’s a tentative peace in the air, fragile but there, but no one knows how to make the first move. It’s like we’re all just waiting for it to be real. All the Omega Rehabilitation Centers in Japan have been torn down and renovated into actual open therapy facilities for omegas. Many of the broken omegas from the ORC have found a home in these places. Those who were sold by their families find peace in these facilities, an

“No Sorahiko, I’m stalking you”. His horror gives way to annoyance. “You’re currently wearing clothes I bought as a courting gift, but you’re still asking if I’m actually courting you?”. Oh, come on. “I thought you bought them…for fun”. I do my best to ignore Miyamura’s raised brow. “Besides, they’re soft! And you bought them for me, should I not have worn them?”. “No, you should wear them. I bought them for you because I wanted to see you in them, so keep them on”. He sighs heavily. “I’ve been courting you for a while, Sorahiko…your ignorance is honestly discouraging”. How am I being ignorant? How was I supposed to know he was courting me? “You’re always buying me stuff, Miyamura. Even when I was still your secretary, you would take me out to eat things that I liked, so how was I supposed to know?”. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, but it never occurred to me that those were courting gifts— thinking otherwise would have been very delusional. “You’re right…”. He scoffs.

“The Omega Rehabilitation Center has been unanimously stripped of its power as of today…wardens have been taken away to be tried in court for perceived foul play…”. Has the world lost its mind? Or have I lost mine? “Numerous crimes involving omegas have been brought to light…suspected omega trafficking under the guise of rehabilitation…the stock system has been broken as of today…”. “What is going on…?”. “I changed things”. Miyamura’s grip on my hand might be the only thing keeping me standing. “I put in effort and I changed everything… Misa and me.”. He changed things? He put in effort? This isn’t just changing things, nor is it the product of mere effort. He restructured the world for omegas— he’s changed everything. “Why? Why would you do all this?”. I won’t lie, a part of me had always resented him for having the power to change things and not doing anything about it. Back then, when he informed me of the gala and showed me the catalogue the ORC sent him, I was

“Give me some time, I’ll come find you”. It’s been two weeks and I haven’t even seen Miyamura’s shadow. I’ve called and sent texts, which he’s seen, but not replied to. He reads all my texts and sees my calls, but he doesn’t call back or text. So, I stopped reaching out. I decided to try therapy instead— on Sakura’s insistence. She made me realize that Aito tried to use my stupid paranoia to make me kill myself, and it almost worked. I was actually going to do it, if she hadn’t stopped me. I would’ve killed myself like an idiot and fallen to his schemes. I probably wouldn’t be the first, but I’d be the biggest fool out of the rest. So, I signed up for therapy, and I’ve spent the past two weeks trying to learn how to word my thoughts better and open myself up to my therapist— I just want to have a healthy mindset for once in my life. No more unreliable thoughts. No more unneeded stressful thinking…I’ll be better. I promise myself. “Delivery for Mr. Hagakure!”. I

TWO WEEKS LATER… “Thanks for having me”. She pulls off her shoes and walks into Misa’s familiar apartment. “I’m the one who should be thanking you for coming over”. Even after all that’s happened— all the dirty secrets that have been revealed— Misa still has that easygoing air around her. She wastes no time in guiding Sakura straight into the kitchen. “I think I’ve got it this time. It tastes good, I swear”. Sakura fights back a grin— Misa’s excitement already drawing her in. “I’m sure it tastes great, Misa”. She is unceremoniously pushed down to sit, while Misa cuts a slice of the banana bread cooling at the counter, plates it, and then places it in front of her. “Try it. There’s no way I didn’t get it this time”. Sakura has come to realize that Misa is very competitive, in the sense that she dislikes losing, not to herself, and not to anyone. This whole banana bread fiasco began when she mentioned while texting that she loved the snack, and Misa being a good b

“You deserve much better”. Miyamura’s heartfelt words fall like a rock, shattering the last of Rei’s defenses. The omega stops muttering to himself and looks up— face wet with tears. “I-I just want to…breathe”. He says, voice as low as a whisper. “I don’t want to b-be used anymore. I’m a man, not a woman, and I don’t want to dance ballet…I never wanted to…”. He looks down at his leg sadly. “M-my ankles always hurt, and my feet are always swollen. I never even wanted to do it, b-but I…”. His voice cracks. “I had no choice”. “I want to eat something d-different. I-I want to eat meat…”. Miyamura holds his gaze steadily— teary eyes meet tired, red ones. “I want to e-eat something that I like…do what I like…not what someone else w-wants me to”. He looks down, drawing Miyamura’s eyes to his shaking hands. “I want to live, Miyamura…”. “I don’t want to…I can’t spend the rest of m-my life in fear. I know what I did was w-wrong, and I know you really don’t want to forgive me”.

DURING THE COURSE OF THE OUTER VALLEY RIDGE TRIALLEAH’S POVThe dark shadow surges across the ground like spilled ink, rising in thick, writhing tendrils that wrap around the four Class B wolves in a heartbeat."What is this?!" the Class B leader screams, his voice cracking with sudden, overwhelming terror as the black energy binds his arms, his legs, his throat. "Wait! Stop!"The shadows twist, tightening with a horrifying, bone-crushing force.Right before the dark pressure can crush their ribs to splinters, Regis turns his head toward me.He looks straight at me over his shoulder, a sly, wicked smile stretching across his handsome face as the dark magic flares around his hands.A sharp shiver runs down my spine, cold and thrilling all at once.Another loud beeping sound echoes. The digital wristbands flash yellow, and the four Class B wolves vanish into thin air, leaving their badges scattered across the dark stone floor.I look at the empty space where they were standing, my min

DURING THE COURSE OF THE OUTER VALLEY RIDGE TRIAL LEAH’S POV I stand there, my hands frozen on my belt, my eyes wide as I stare at the empty spot where four living students were standing a second ago. How... how were they not dead? A blade cut through their bellies. If the magic took them away, how could a body survive being cut in half like that? A warm breath touches the side of my ear. "Don't worry, little bird," a low, amused voice whispers right beside my neck. I flinch slightly, turning my head to find Regis standing dangerously close to me. He has stepped up behind me without making a single sound, his tall, lean frame leaning down so his mouth is inches from my cheek. "They aren't dead yet," Regis whispers slyly, his dark eyes sparkling with a cruel, mocking delight. "Didn't they teach you in basic anatomy? A human brain stays alive for up to seven minutes after the body suffers a fatal blow.” “Right now, those four boys are probably floating inside the medical transpor

DURING THE COURSE OF THE OUTER VALLEY RIDGE TRIALLEAH’S POVI turn my back on them and walk toward the stream, my chest tight.‘Let them talk,’ I tell myself, my inner voice cold and steady as I kneel by the rush of clear water. ‘Let them order me around. Let them act like I am nothing more than a servant girl catering to their whims.’I pull three small clay jars from my leather pouch. Inside the dark glazed clay sits the thick, pale amber resin of the silver-root, mixed carefully with the fine, fragrant dust of the red-leaf extract.I scoop cold river water into the metal cooking pot. Then, with steady, unhurried fingers, I drop three generous measures of the herbal blend directly into the water, watching it dissolve into a clear, completely odorless liquid.On its own, this mixture is harmless. In fact, it is beneficial. It speeds up blood circulation and sharpens the physical senses. When they drink it, their bodies will feel lighter, their instincts slightly faster. They will f

DURING THE COURSE OF THE OUTER VALLEY RIDGE TRIALLEAH’S POVThe damp smell of wet pine and old earth hits my face the exact second we step past the iron perimeter gate.Behind us, the heavy metal bars slide shut with a loud, ringing slam that echoes against the stone cliffs. Ahead of us, the Outer Valley Ridge spreads out into miles of misty green forest, jagged rock faces, and shadows.It looks nauseatingly intimidating. "Keep up, Bellmoore," Jakob mutters without looking back at me.His voice is flat and blunt. He doesn't slow his pace down even half an inch for my shorter strides. He adjusts the leather straps of his heavy chest piece, his broad shoulders easily breaking through the hanging branches as he marches straight into the brush."I am right behind you, Lord Greaves," I say quietly.I keep my steps light, my boots finding dry patches of soil between the tangled roots.To my left, Regis Nightshade lets out a long, theatrical sigh. He walks with his hands tucked casually in

LEAH’S POV DAY ONE OF THE OUTER VALLEY RIDGE TRIALThen he walked away, disappearing into the thick grey fog without looking back.The fear that hit those four Betas was instant. The dirty, predatory look in their eyes vanished, replaced by pale, rigid terror. They still hit me. They knocked me into the dirt and kicked my ribs until my vital watch triggered its warning alarm and an instructor dropped from the canopy of the trees to pull me out. But because of Nightshade's threat, they didn't go any further. They didn't dare.Back then, I didn't know what to make of it. He didn't save me. If he wanted to save me, he could have stopped them from hitting me at all. But he set a boundary in a place where nobody ever set boundaries for Leah Bellmoore.Only in this world will a so-called villainess be bullied as the normal standard. Though, back then, it was my everyday life.I muse over it now, a cold, dry feeling settling in my chest.I am not grateful to Regis Nightshade. Absolutely

LEAH’S POV DAY ONE OF THE OUTER VALLEY RIDGE TRIALThe cold wind coming off the northern mountains hits my face, carrying the sharp scent of wet dirt and pine needles.I love the smell.I am standing near the front of the staging area, tucked between the weird mix of my squad. Around us, hundreds of first-year students are lined up in neat, tight rows. The morning air is freezing, but no one is shifting or complaining. Everyone is staring straight ahead, up at the stone balcony that overlooks the main courtyard of Eclipse Academy.A man is standing at the edge of the railing.He wears high-collared, snow-white robes that trail behind him over the grey marble floor. His hair falls past his shoulders, tumbling all the way down to his waist in soft, heavy waves. It is as white as fresh snow, glowing softly under the pale morning sun.Dean Grayson. The Dean of the Academy. I stare at him, my brows furrowing slightly as his voice echoes across the crowded courtyard."The Outer Valley Ri