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ELDRIC'S POINT OF VIEW.I stared at the board before and then smirked. If all goes the way I’ve planned, Sloane would be too humiliated to stand by Lucien’s side, and the fucker would be crushed.“Hello, Mayor,” I said, my lips stretching in a smile, even though I hated the piece of shit. He thinks I’m King Ravenscroft, though, so I’ll just pretend I am while Lucien isn’t here.“What is it, Eldric?” His monotonous, uninterested voice rang out, forcing me to grit my teeth and swallow a snide remark. “I’ve been thinking.”“Really? That’s new.” He replied, and I could hear the sound of papers shuffling through the phone, over that of my subtle hiss.“Yes,” I said through clenched teeth. “I wanted to see if Ravenscroft High could go head-to-head in the coming national competition. The debate one, I think we have a shot at winning, especially with our world-class students.”“Yes, I was about to call the office of your principal on that, but it seems he doesn’t work there anymore.” He said
ELDRIC'S POINT OF VIEW.I stared at the huge Ravenscroft crest on the wall in my study, created with pure gold, and the family’s signature jewels: black opal and alexandrite. The damn thing stared back at me, reminding me of my status each time I glanced at it.I hate the damn thing.The lion on it, the name, everything about this place makes my blood boil. I clutched the ice pack in my hands harder, placing it on my cheeks. That bastard packed a punch, I’ll give him that.I swirled the whiskey in my glass, watching as the amber liquid caught the light, and stretched my lips in a slow, thin smile that never touched my eyes.The crest didn’t belong to Lucien. It didn’t belong to Alicia. And it sure as hell didn’t belong to her parents, those pompous bastards who looked down their noses at me. No, it belonged to me.Me. Eldric Hayes.Ravenscroft.I clenched my jaw at the sound of the name in my head. It should be my name that quakes fear, and admiration in the minds and hearts of ever
LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.YEARS AGO.The first thing I could remember was glass breaking. I was five, or maybe six, I don’t remember my age, but I was small enough to crouch low behind the bannister without being noticed, but at the same time, I was old enough to know that what would follow after the glass breaking would be the piercing screams of my mother, followed by the dark one of my father.Her voice rang out shrill and afraid, followed by the sound of a smack. I peeked and saw her clutching her face, as she sat on the floor, her sobs racking through her as she wept silently.“How dare you question me?” My father spat at her, his belt in hand, as he stood towering above her. My tiny hands had clenched into fists, as hatred blurred my vision.It wasn’t the first time he’d hit her; hell, he did it so often, I could recognise the colour of her real skin, as opposed to that of the foundation she used to mask the bruises.“Please.” My mother whispered brokenly, trembling, as she stare
SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.“Where are we going?” I asked him for the third time. Since he’d announced that we would be ditching school, my heart hasn’t been settled. “You know some of us care about our grades.” “Sunshine, you know I’m the best for a reason, right?” He chuckles, and I roll my eyes. He’s so fucking cocky, but I love it.“You haven’t responded to me. Where are we going?”“A spa. You look like you’re troubled, Sloane. Your eyes have bags underneath them, and there are dark circles. I don’t want you falling sick.” He says, driving us through the long road on the mountain. I looked out the window and stared at the ocean beneath us.The scenery was beautiful, almost calming, because for once, the charred, bleeding hands were no longer on my mind.“You want to tell me what happened?” He asked, and I turned to stare at him. Biting my lip, I played with the hem of my skirt. I didn’t want to come off as childish to him.He stared at me with gentle eyes, waiting for my answer.“I h
SERAPHINA'S POINT OF VIEW.He doesn’t lick me. He eats me. His tongue goes in and out of my pussy with such savagery, his groans and moans, as his fingers dig into my thighs, as well as his hands pushing my pussy further into his face, even though there’s literally no space between us, have me flicking my nipples, as I scream while grinding against his face. My legs are wrapped around his head with such tightness, I should be surprised he hasn’t come up for air yet. He groans against my pussy, slurping up my juices as his fingers fuck me, while his tongue laps up my juices. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking on it while spanking my ass. Hard.“Oh, yes,” I scream, grinding against his face, as my entire body contorts in pleasure. My hands grip onto his hair to ground me, because it feels like I’m no longer in this world, or on the earth. He’s taken me to some place….somewhere so far out of this galaxy, that all I want to do is stay there, no matter how fucking long it takes.My pus
SERAPHINA’S POINT OF VIEW.The rainstorm hit the windows of the library harshly, making it rattle as I stood impatiently against the door. I had just finished a round of tutoring with Theo, and all I wanted to do was go home and be far from him for some time. Anytime he was around, my heart did something wicked to me, my belly too.Matter of fact, my entire fucking body barely responds to my commands when he’s anywhere near me. I’ve seen that look in his eye somewhere before.It’s in the blue irises of Lucien anytime he looks at Sloane.Theo’s black eyes always, and I mean always, did the same thing Lucien’s did whenever I saw him, and he always looked in my direction without shame.My skin flushes with attention, my entire senses aware of him watching me as my leg bounces against the wall. I want to run, hide, or be far from him. Anytime we have to be in an enclosed space, I count down the hours, waiting for the time I can easily leave his vicinity and breathe normally again.His hon








