登入The tiny apartment looked as though a whirlwind had swept through it.Clothes were everywhere.A faded blue blouse lay across the chair. Two pairs of jeans were tossed onto the floor. Dresses of different colors covered the bed, while a small pile of folded clothes sat in the corner, waiting to be judged.Jessica held up another dress and frowned dramatically."No."She tossed it onto the growing mountain of rejected clothes.Maya bent down and picked up a cream-colored skirt."What about this one?"Jessica took one look and nearly gasped."Absolutely not!"The skirt joined the pile.Sitting on the edge of the bed with her chin resting on her palm, Amara watched the two women tear through her wardrobe as though they were on a mission to save the world."You two are acting like my clothes committed a crime.""They did," Jessica replied without looking at her. "The crime of existing."Maya burst into laughter."I've never seen a wardrobe this... tragic."Amara rolled her eyes."I wasn't
The palace felt like it was mourning.Near the flower garden, beneath the old oak tree where he loved to nap every afternoon, lay snow.Wrapped carefully in a clean white cloth, the golden retriever looked as though he were only asleep.Adrian stood beside him, his small hands trembling. His eyes were swollen and red from crying. He couldn't stop staring at the lifeless body, refusing to believe the playful companion who had greeted him every morning would never wag his tail again."No..." he whispered, shaking his head. "Wake up..."No one answered.He slowly knelt beside the dog and gently stroked snow's soft ears."You promised we'd play today," he said, his voice cracking. "You always wait for me after breakfast... Why are you sleeping?"A tear rolled down his cheek before another quickly followed.Albert stood a few steps away, his hands buried in his pockets. His expression remained calm as always, but inside, guilt clawed at him.Snow hadn't died by accident.The poisoned food
The royal dining hall glowed beneath three magnificent crystal chandeliers and walls adorned with portraits of generations of monarchs. At the center of the hall stood an enormous mahogany dining table that could comfortably seat more than twenty people. Tonight, however, only the royal family occupied its seats.The center of the table was a feast. A whole roasted turkey, golden and glistening, sat at the heart of the spread, flanked by mounds of bread rolls, layered pastries, and platters of roasted meats. Bowls of salad, bright with cherry tomatoes and greens, sat next to trays of cheeses, fresh fruit, and candied berries. Towering candelabras with tall white candles cast a warm glow over it all, making the food look richer, the gold plates catch fire. The aroma alone was enough to make anyone's stomach growl.Yet no one touched a single dish.The family waited.It was a tradition established decades ago by King Theodore himself.No member of the royal family was permitted to begi
After the fight got broken up, I figured I'd be sent straight back to class. Instead, the school nurse took one look at my face and practically dragged me to the clinic. "I'm perfectly fine," I complained. "You have a cut on your lip." "It's tiny." "And a bump on your forehead." "Also tiny." "Sit down." I sighed dramatically and dropped into the chair. The nurse ignored me completely and grabbed an ice pack. A few minutes later, I sat there pressing the cold pack against my forehead while she fussed over me, even though it honestly wasn't that bad. Frank looked worse than I did. Not that I was going to tell anyone that. "Any dizziness?" the nurse asked. "No." "Blurred vision?" "No." "Pain?" "A little." She nodded. "Stay here a few more minutes." I groaned. Meanwhile, somewhere else in the school, Frank was probably getting the lecture of his life. Good. For once. --- Inside the principal's office, Frank sat lazily in his chair while the principal stood behind the de
Since morning, Frank had been sending me on one errand after another.Get his books.Refill his water bottle.Stand outside the bathroom and "make sure no one comes in."At some point he even shoved his unfinished homework at me in the middle of class."Finish question six before the teacher gets here, or you're dead."I'd finished question six.And seven, for good measure, just to shut him up.By the time the brunch bell rang, I wasn't just tired.I was done.The sound of it was the sweetest thing I heard all day.I didn't celebrate out loud—that would've been asking for trouble—but inside, I was throwing a parade.Free. For twenty minutes, I am a free man.Drake fell into step beside me before we even reached the cafeteria doors."You look like you aged five years since this morning.""Don't talk to me about morning."We grabbed our usual spot near the window.I dropped on my seat like my legs had given up on holding me up.For a second, things felt normal again."So," Drake said, s
The convoy of cars pulled up to the school gates, and the entire school seemed to pause.Students gathered around immediately, trying to figure out who could possibly own so many expensive vehicles."Who is that?""Is some politician visiting?""No way. That's too many cars.""Maybe it's a celebrity."Even the security guards looked curious.The first bodyguard stepped out and opened one of the doors.A second vehicle stopped behind it.Students watched as a driver carefully brought out Adrian's school bag, lunch box, water bottle, and enough supplies to survive a small war.The crowd gasped."Even his school bag has its own car?""What kind of rich person is this?"Then the main car door opened.The crowd seemed to hold its breath.Albert stepped out.For a second, everything went silent.Then chaos erupted."Oh my God!""He's so handsome!""Take a picture!""Quick!"Phones appeared from nowhere.Some girls were openly screaming.Others were fixing their hair.A few were silently pra







