Serena's POVI turn around and look ahead of me, trying to calm myself down and relax as I close my eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly.Okay, take it easy, Serena. Just take a deep breath and try your possible best to calm down. It's not over, and it's not going to end like this. There has to be a very quick, easy solution to sort this out immediately. I really can't depend on Cassidy and Luna because, according to the context, we are definitely going to be scattered in different directions.The lecturer has already stated that he is going to ensure that we are separated from our best friends to ensure easy cooperation and the smoothness of the test, so there will be no distractions.I'm going to be stuck and left alone with no means of knowing what to write.Fuck.I want to cry right now. I can't afford to fail the test.My dad's going to kill me.It would have been much easier if the previous test I had taken had given me a very high mark, way above the cut-off mark I'm expected to
Serena's POVOkay, so the most terrifying situation I can ever imagine happening to me has finally occurred, and I'm stuck, seated in the water closet in the toilet cubicle with him standing in front of me, flashing me with the blinding lights of his phone camera.I quickly look around me with fear, my hands trembling as I fall to the ground on my knees and struggle to take the phone away from his hand. But he's quick to move it out of reach."What the hell are you trying to do? Are you trying to destroy hard, solid evidence?"God, the tone of his voice right now is making me even more frightened as I continue to look at him with trembling lips."Okay, Damon, please don't, don't just do this, okay? We can talk about this. You know we can just come together, reason together, and see how we can make sure this doesn't get any much worse, you know? But please don't let this out, I beg you."He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, his hand suspended before finally bringing it down and placin
Serena's POVHis voice sounds so deep and magnificently sexy, I can feel myself panting hard where I'm sitting as he continues to rub his thumb against my bottom lip.Then he releases his index finger and begins to slip it into my mouth."Suck on my finger," he instructs, and I look at him with shock in my eyes. "Looks like you really want me to post those pictures, right?"Oh, fucking goddess. Is this really what he wants to resort to?I try to calm the annoyance already brewing in my body as I finally give up and wrap my lips around his index finger.Then he begins to slide his finger in and out of my lips slowly and in a very sexy way that I can feel my nipples harden.Oh great, I think I'm getting the drift of what he's suggesting right now.I'm panting hard, and I'm trying to regain control of my over-excited pussy right now as I continue to look up at him while he slides his index finger slowly and deeper into my mouth before finally pulling it out completely.He's also panting
Serena's POVOkay, this is really, really making it hard for me to think. I think to myself as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist and pulls me closer against him, tightly to feel his bulge against my sex.It makes me gasp as he continues to taste my lips, kissing me sweetly until I have no choice but to submit and slowly close my eyes.If I tell you that the feeling of this is very, very bad, then I'm a very, very pretty bad liar.It's so fucking good. The feeling of his lips against mine. Full, warm, so smooth and so silky and so delicious. He tastes like honey and sugar coated together in a very delicious mix.Goodness, I suddenly lost it.I wrap both of my arms tightly around his neck. I began to kiss him fervently, feeling his huge chest against my breast.Goddess, it feels so good as he takes hold of my legs and lifts me up, forcing me to wrap my legs tightly around his waist while he holds me tight against the wall.What the fuck is wrong with me, and why am I not pulling
Serena's POV But I'm not given the chance to protest because he's already used his large hand to block my mouth, silencing me as he grips one of my breasts and squeezes it so hard I whimper. "Oh my god, you feel so good," he murmurs against my ears, holding me tightly with one hand against my neck and the other squeezing mercilessly on my breast. He begins to move his hips quickly, pounding and slamming hard into me, sending me arching my back uncontrollably against him and moaning as his dick delves deeper and deeper, hitting that sweet spot relentlessly, making me feel so high with a powerful desire and sensation coursing through my body. "Fuck. Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh." Damon spanks my ass hard, increasing the lust in my body and continues to squeeze against my breast, pounding me harder and harder until I can barely feel his skin against my ass. He raises his face, and I can feel the heat already settling down in the toilet while he increases his pace, slamming deeper and dee
Serena's POVI'm still looking at him when he suddenly grabs my legs and lifts me up, holding me tight against the wall and thrusting himself into me once again.Fuck!"Ahhh..." He immediately kisses me sharply, forcing me to shut up so I won't be able to make any noise while in the restroom.He continues to caress my breasts as I wrap my legs tightly around him, pounding me hard against the wall."It's okay, baby."Fuck. The sound of his voice is even making it more extremely hard and more intense.The energy I am feeling all around is just... Too... much...I'm struggling to keep my voice down as he continues to kiss me while still pounding and slamming me hard against the wall.A few other students are already stepping into the restroom and they are females.I can tell by the sound of their voices, but Damon doesn't actually seem to care as he continues with the task at h
Serena's POV But then after a brief minute, he brings his phone down and ends whatever call he's making. "Just remembered I can't make a call right now," he whispers with a smile, and I watch as his lips expand, making his gorgeous face even more cute. I... I blink rapidly and quickly look away from him as I rest against the wall and fold my arms. Yeah, don't let the fact that you've had sex with him two times get into your head, Serena. It doesn't fucking mean anything, and it doesn't mean he cherishes you and likes you. In fact, it's so obvious that he doesn't give a shit about you. Then what exactly is this, and why is it just so extremely hard for me to control myself whenever he looks at me with those perverted eyes that show that he really, really wants me like he truly claims? Fuck, I need to get out of here so I can get my head out of the gutters right now
Serena's POV Confusion, annoyance, embarrassment—so many mind-blowing emotions that can make someone's head rip completely open apart are moving through my mind as I begin to stumble through the hallway, struggling to get past the endless crowd of students moving out of their classes towards their respective destinations. This is just so frustrating, and I don't even know what I'm doing right now. My entire mind is confused. I am thinking about the experience with Damon back in the restroom and then the fact that his friend Brian had to see us. Even though he didn't actually see us during anything, I am definitely sure his mind would have already been cooking up some sort of stupid ideas in that perverted brain of his. Good Lord, I don't even know what to think of myself right now, and I feel extremely ashamed as I begin to make my way through the hallway, b
SERENA'S POVThe whispers have stopped abruptly, leaving behind a vacuum of sound that feels more threatening than the voices themselves.But the air still trembles with unease, the silence pressing against my skin like invisible fingers searching for weakness. I can feel the weight of it—the kind of oppressive stillness that sinks into your bones and settles there, making you feel like you're the only thing left alive in a world that's suddenly forgotten how to breathe. The quiet has substance, a presence that fills my lungs with each desperate inhale.The hallway stretches before me, unnaturally... still. No footsteps echoing against marble. No distant chatter of students. No subtle humming of electricity through the walls. Just an eerie stillness, like time itself has forgotten to move forward, caught between one moment and the next in perpetual suspension.I blink rapidly, my pulse quickening to a frantic rhythm as I spin around in place, eyes darting to every corner, every shadow
SERENA'S POVCassie and Luna are staring at me with an unsettling intensity, their expressions frozen somewhere between concern and alarm. It's as though they've just witnessed something shift in my face—something subtle yet profoundly disturbing that I can't see myself."What did you hear?" Luna asks carefully, her amber eyes scanning the space around me methodically, as if she might spot something invisible lurking in the air between us. Her fingers twitch at her sides, ready to summon her power if needed.Cassie leans closer, the scent of her jasmine perfume momentarily overwhelming my senses. "Serena. Talk to us," she urges, her voice low but firm, deliberately calm in a way that makes my skin prickle. "Your eyes just... glazed over for a second."I shake my head, forcing my lips into what I hope resembles a reassuring smile. The muscles in my face feel stiff, uncooperative. "It's nothing. I think... I'm just tired. Stressed. You know how it is with finals and everything." The lie
SERENA'S POV The air feels too still, unnaturally suspended in time and space.The library—usually quiet, yes, but never like this—has taken on a heavy, oppressive silence. A silence that presses against my eardrums and weighs on my shoulders like an invisible burden. My pulse is slowing to an ominous crawl, my breath shaky and uneven, and I finally notice the subtle environmental changes that my anger has triggered: the way the floorboards creaked earlier under invisible pressure, the faint hum of old wiring now fallen silent, the way dust motes have stopped swirling in the golden streams of late afternoon light that slice through the tall windows. It's not just quiet in here.It's frozen. Suspended in amber. Time itself seems to hesitate.Because of me. Because of what I am. What I've become.Cassidy leans in close, her warm breath tickling my ear, her voice a hushed whisper brushing just beneath the oppressive silence. "Serena," she murmurs, her eyes darting nervously to the human
SERENA'S POVThe guard positioned in front of me might as well be carved out of granite—stone-faced, unflinching, and somehow immune to every ounce of white-hot fury I throw at him. His massive frame blocks my way completely, arms crossed over his chest like living barriers."Move," I say through clenched teeth, my voice dangerously low, vibrating with barely contained rage. The corridor's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his impassive face.He doesn't blink. Doesn't even acknowledge that I've spoken. His eyes—dark and cold as a winter midnight—stare straight ahead, looking through me as if I'm nothing but air."I said, move." Each word drops like a stone between us, heavy with threat and desperation. My hands curl into tight fists at my sides, nails digging crescents into my palms.Still nothing. Not a muscle twitches in his face. The library is too quiet, unnaturally so, as if the world is holding its breath. The air feels too still, too thick with tension. It feels lik
SERENA'S POVI count seconds. Minutes. Hours, maybe. The ticking clock on the wall becomes my only focus as I've stopped listening to the lecture entirely. My fingers tap relentlessly against the polished wooden desk—an impatient, staccato rhythm that's driving Cassidy crazy beside me, though she's too polite to say much beyond the occasional sigh and pointed glance. My eyes flick nervously from the analog clock to the window, where I spot one of the black-suited shadows stationed across the sun-drenched courtyard. Another bodyguard, stiff as a statue, lurks near the gym entrance, his eyes constantly scanning the perimeter. Yet another one positions himself strategically behind the library, almost blending into the shadows of the building. All of them here for me—watchful, vigilant, suffocating.I grit my teeth until my jaw aches. The realization sits heavy in my chest: I'm a prisoner in my own school, surrounded by walls both visible and invisible."Serena," Cassidy whispers, her war
SERENA'S POVI'm surrounded.Not by enemies, not by anything dangerous—well, not in the usual sense of supernatural threats that have become my unwelcome norm. Instead, I'm surrounded by four armed boarding guards stationed strategically throughout the school hallway as if I'm a high-profile political target under imminent threat of assassination. Their vigilant eyes scan everyone who walks by with clinical precision, their postures rigid as steel beams, their expressions ice-cold and perpetually alert, betraying nothing but absolute focus on their singular mission: keeping me "safe."And I am absolutely fuming.I clutch my notebooks to my chest with white-knuckled fingers, trying desperately to breathe past the tightness constricting my throat like an invisible hand. The weight of so many watchful gazes—both the guards' and the curious students'—presses down on me, making the hallway feel smaller with each passing second. I look at the guards again, scattered along the corridor like
The forest is unnaturally still, as if the very air has frozen in anticipation of some unspeakable event.Thick, serpentine mist coils around the gnarled roots of ancient trees as Isabella moves deeper into the woods at the far end of the city, her long dark gown trailing like spilled ink over the carpet of dead leaves. The fabric whispers against the forest floor, a sound too delicate for the malevolence that radiates from her slender form. Shadows crowd her from every angle, pressing against her skin like curious spectators, but she doesn't flinch. Not tonight. The searing pain in her chest is too consuming, drowning out all lesser fears.She grits her teeth, jaw muscles flexing visibly beneath her pale skin, each step sharp with fury and frustration that pulses from her like a beacon. The forest itself seems to shy away from her presence, branches curling back as she passes.Her mind, restless and raw, replays the moment again and again in vivid, excruciating detail—Serena suspende
SERENA'S POVI'm falling.There's no wind, no gravity—just this endless, sickening drop into a black pit that stretches forever beneath me. My arms flail wildly, desperate fingers grasping at empty air, seeking something, anything to halt my descent. But there's nothing. Just darkness so complete it seems to devour even the concept of light.I scream.No sound comes out. My vocal cords strain against the silence, but the void swallows every vibration before it can form into something real.I twist my body, neck craning painfully as I search frantically for a ledge, a crack, a single handhold in this endless darkness. Still nothing. Just me and the hungry void, its maw opened wide to consume me whole. Panic squeezes my lungs with iron bands, my chest burning with a helplessness so profound it feels like drowning on dry land. Then—A light.Far off, warm and pulsing like a heartbeat. Golden threads of hope in an ocean of despair. I reach for it with everything I have, muscles straining
The dust has barely settled, hanging suspended in beams of fractured light that pierce through the collapsed sections of ceiling.The building is a shell of what it was—walls cracked and splintered like brittle bones, furniture reduced to unrecognizable ruins, and the air heavy with the acrid sting of scorched magic that burns the nostrils with every breath. Ancient power lingers, a toxic residue clinging to every surface. But Frederick's eyes aren't on the wreckage surrounding them. They're locked on Serena—his daughter, his blood—with an intensity that could burn through steel.She lies still, her body cradled in Luna's arms like something precious and broken beyond repair. Her skin is ghostly pale against the dark fabric of Luna's clothes, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms. Luna kneels beside them, her slender hands hovering just above Serena's face, fingertips trembling with concentration. Her lips move in silent incantations—ancient words passed down through generati