MasukHe had the kind of eyes that always seemed to be the reflection of my very own soul. He wasn't one to be loved — not by me anyways. But then how could I look away when he called me His Kitten? One that was meant to bow to his every commands. Now, I wouldn't really obey anyone, but when it's him...? It just hits different." Her parents divorce was something that hurt her so bad,she really didn't like that her mum was getting her dad replaced sooner than anyone saw coming. It's all an inconvenience till she sees him. He occupied her mind in too little a time. She was the pillar she needed to lean on, to get up and go. And she? She was the Kitten with whom he was obsessed over.
Lihat lebih banyak~ClaireSchool was finally over for the day, and I couldn't help but feel grateful. I wanted nothing more than to just go home and hide under the warmth of my blanket. "Okay guys, I gotta run,"Zara spoke as we walked out of our final class together. "My mum's having some bunch of friends over and I need to help out with the cooking."I'd found out Zara, Sage and I were in same class — the Golden Class — while Red, Shawty and Jace were in the diamond class. Apparently things worked in a certain way. Once I passed a certain exam exceptionally, I would be dimmed fit to be in the diamond class as well. That brings me to the question. How the hell is Jace in the diamond class if he was a nutjob who knew absolutely nothing? I found it confusing. "Oh, okay. See you later,"Sage pecked Zara's cheek and she smiled at us both before rushing off. "So that leaves us both,"Sage spoke playfully, swinging his arm over my shoulder and I chuck
~JaceTrouble and I were old friends. No, scratch that — we were practically soulmates. You'd find me anywhere you found trouble, and I was notorious for this fact. I walked into Mrs. Turner's math class late, not bothering to offer any word of apology to the big ole lady. "Hey, where were you?"Jaxon asked in a hushed whisper. "Nothing serious. Just pacifying Nyx from doing something crazy,"I shrugged and he smirked, understanding what I meant by pacifying. I would never do anything if it wasn't going to benefit me. "Mr Jace Finn,"Mrs. Turner's angry voice rang through the class and I rolled eyes. If there was one teacher I detested with every fiber of my being, then it was Mrs Turner. The lady was so annoying, I sincerely looked forward to her getting fired. "Yes, Mrs. Turner? What did I do this time?"I asked boringly. "What, you think your dad owns this school? You can't just waltz in here twenty-five m
The morning air was crisp, the sun just peeking over the horizon as I reluctantly got out of bed. Today was the day. My first day at Goldenrod High, a school notorious for its social hierarchy and cutthroat reputation.Well, yeah. I did my research. There was no bloody way I was gonna attend a school I knew nothing about. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand – 6:00 AM. I groaned, pulling the covers over my head. I wanted to stay in bed all day, but I knew I had to face the inevitable.Curse Mondays! Argh, it's the slowest time of the week!After a quick shower and a hastily thrown-together breakfast, I made my way downstairs. Rowan and Helen were already at the table, engaged in a hushed conversation.Wondered what they were talking about. "Morning, sweetheart," Helen greeted me with a forced smile. Nothing about her was real anymore anyways, so it didn't really matter to me. "Morning," I mumbled, taking a seat at
~ClaireThe atmosphere at dinner was totally suffocating. It was nothing near what it used to be back at home. Even when mum and dad had their fights, our meals together were always magical — in my term at least. But this? It felt as though it was the start of some sort of horror movie or something. Rowan sat at the head of the table, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with frustration. He looked like he had alot to say to his son but didn't want to scare me off. Mum sat nonchalantly in her seat beside him, sharing her attention between her phone and her meal. I was right when I thought she didn't love him but rather his money. It was always about the money. And here I was thinking I'd known who my mum was — caring, jovial, supportive, hardworking. Turns out it'd only been the version she wanted us to see in her. This was actually her true colours after all. It hurt though. It hurt that she was given men who obviously loved her






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