Mag-log in27 December 2025
đ±ïžJaydenđ±ïžThe moment we stepped into the apartment, our phones vibrated at the exact same time. It was like the universe had synced us just for dramatic effect. Sammy and I exchanged a look and couldnât help but grin. Some things are just oddly satisfying, like chocolate straight out of the wrapper or hitting every green light on the way home.I picked up my phone first, swiping the screen open, and froze. There it was: an email from the Academy.Subject: Important Update â Second Semester ScheduleDear Students,We hope you enjoyed your holiday. Please be informed that the holiday has been shortened. Classes for the second semester will commence in three days. We apologize for the sudden notice and thank you for your understanding.I blinked at it. Then blinked again. âWait⊠what the fuck?â I muttered, showing it to Sammy.He leaned over, reading it carefully, his expression slowly turning from curious to concerned. âHas⊠has this ever happened before?â I asked, because this was
đ±ïžSammyđ±ïžI watched Victor leave, his long coat swaying behind him like some dark angel taking flight, and I knew I had to step out of our little bubble too. It has almost being ten minutes or more since Victor left. The plan was moving now. Threads were pulling, alliances forming, power shifting. Everything was in motion, and I had my part to play. But before I dove into strategy, politics, and chaos, there was someone I needed to check on. Someone who mattered more than all the supernatural chess games combined.Jayden.He was sitting on the couch, legs curled under him, scrolling through his phone with that same intense concentration he always had when he was trying not to feel something too much. I sat down across from him, watching him in silence for a moment. His hair was falling slightly in his face, his expression soft but guarded, like heâd built a wall and I was tiptoeing on the other side.âHey,â I said softly. He looked up, startled for half a second, and then gave me th
đ±ïžVictorđ±ïžThirty minutes.That was all it took.Thirty minutes after we posted that picture and my phone was practically overheating from the amount of calls coming in. Notifications were one thing. Public outrage was another. But my father? That man was calling like the world was ending and I personally forgot to send him the memo.By the tenth missed call, my battery had already dropped to fifteen percent.By the twentieth, it died.I stared at the black screen and exhaled slowly. âThat old man needs to take a chill pill,â I muttered.Jayden was sitting cross legged on the bed, still glowing from the chaos we caused. Sammy was sprawled dramatically beside him, scrolling through his own phone like he was enjoying the apocalypse.âWell guys,â I said, straightening up, âI need to go take care of my old man. The plan is already in motion, so itâs time I become king.âThe words felt heavy.Jayden stood up immediately. He didnât say anything for a second. He just walked toward me and w
đ±ïž Jayden đ±ïžâWait⊠you have a way to stop this whole thing with one of us dying?â I asked, sitting up so fast I almost headbutted Victor in the chin.They both looked at each other.That look.The one that says we are about to do something insane but trust us.âSoâŠâ Victor began.âSo what, man? Talk. Donât keep me in suspense,â I shot back immediately because my heart was already racing and I did not have the emotional capacity for dramatic pauses.âChill, my love,â Victor said, smirking like he wasnât about to drop some life altering information on me.âYeah, chill, my love,â Sammy mimicked him in the exact same tone and I swear if I wasnât emotionally unstable I would have thrown a pillow at both of them.âHow the hell did I end up in love with these two idiots?â I muttered out loud.They both smiled.Then they both stopped smiling at the same time and their faces turned serious.That scared me more than anything.Victor sat beside me properly now, his knee touching mine. âWeâre
đ±ïžSammyđ±ïž âWe should probably go let Jayden in on the plan,â I said, looking at the bedroom door like it was some ancient vault heâd locked up with all the secrets of the world inside. The faint sound of muffled sniffles through the wood didnât help. âYeah, we should,â Victor agreed, his voice low but steady, the kind that makes you feel like heâs thinking ten steps ahead even when heâs just staring at a door. âThis is all about him, and he has the final say.â Jane rolled her eyes and started toward the door. âWell, Iâll go talk to my parents right away while I leave you guys to it,â she said, smirking like sheâd just left us in charge of the nuclear codes. Victor and I exchanged a look. That smirk said she was about to make our lives ten times more dramatic. We walked to the door, and I raised my hand for the first knock. Then the second. Then the third. Nothing. Victor frowned. âMaybe heâs asleep?â I shook my head. âNo. That was crying. And humans donât fake that very well.â
đ±ïžVictorđ±ïžâExactly,â Sammy said, and I swear something shifted in the room when he did.He stood there like he had just declared war on destiny and meant it. No shaking voice. No second guessing. Just straight confidence. I watched him closely and I wonât even lie, he has grown a massive backbone. Not the reckless kind. The calculated kind. The kind that makes people follow you without realizing they just signed up for a revolution.For a second I was tempted to grab his face and kiss him just because of that. Not even in a soft way. In a proud way. In a thatâs my king kind of way.Instead, I stepped closer to him.âThis is a great plan,â I said honestly. âI wonât even pretend itâs not bold.âJane raised a brow slightly like she was waiting for the but.And there was a but.âBut Sammy,â I continued, lowering my voice slightly, âif weâre going to do this, we canât half step it. We donât just announce our bond and hope for applause. We remove every single member of our fathersâ cabin






