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The Weight Of Silence
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The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake Electric current
AuthorRain had always been fond of storms. During her life she had said that thunder was a kind of a forgetfulness on the part of the sky. The storm had come back now, however, it was remembering her.The air over the academy was covered with dark storm clouds. Students ran into the courtyard, and pulled their hoods over, and laughed, half-nervous, as lightning flashed somewhere way out on the other side of the ridge.The fluorescent lights fluttered once in the west wing. Then again. A storm warning echoed through the intercom:“All students, please remain indoors until further notice. Maintenance will monitor electrical stability.”No one listened, not really. Teenagers were built to outlast warnings.But Emory felt it before the storm even touched the building, the low hum in his chest, like his heartbeat syncing with something outside him. The metallic taste on his tongue. The way every breath felt too heavy, too aware.He sat at the back of Literature class, pretending to read,
The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake The Counsellor’s Office
AuthorThe academy prided itself on progress. On healing. On rebuilding from what it used to be. But the thing is… progress has a peculiar shape, it often looks like pretending nothing ever happened.Six months after the “incident,” as the administration called it, the boarding school introduced a new initiative: Mandatory Mental Wellness Sessions for all returning students. The phrasing was clinical, wrapped in bright posters and soothing colours. But everyone knew it was about them, the survivors of that winter night when fire bloomed on the horizon and the world turned red for reasons no one could explain.To Emory Lannister it was but another lesson that healing was a term to people who had never lived to the end of things.The office of the counsellor was at the extreme end of the administration wing beyond bulletin boards with inspirational quotations. Breathe. You're safe here. What we bury still grows.Emory paused at the door. This was dimly reflected in the glass panel. His
The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake Sisters and Fault Lines
Author Mina and Gina lived on the third floor, east wing, Room 3A. Two beds. Two desks. One wide window that overlooked the courtyard. Their curtains were left partially open cause Gina liked sunlight, and Mina didn’t bother to move them either way.They had been here for a month now. Long enough to learn the class schedules, which hallways echoed, which teachers were strict, and which students gossiped about them the most. The Lannister twins, that was what the school called them, though only one of them carried the name.The war had not followed them here.But its absence took up just as much space.Gina was the one most people noticed first. She smiled with her whole face, even if the smile wasn’t always real. She signed up for everything she could, yearbook club, debate team, stage crew. When the student council asked for volunteers to help decorate for winter formal, she raised her hand first.“It’s better to stay busy,” she told anyone who asked.“It’s better to live,” she tol
The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake Distance is a Form of Protection
Emory POVI made a promise. And no… it was not the quiet kind that slips off your tongue because someone asks you to, not the kind you break because time makes things easier. This one was said staring into my mother’s eyes, her hands cold against my face, her voice only a breath away from breaking.“Stay away from her.”So I tried. I really did.Monday morning came with students flooding the hallway. The boarding school was always too boisterous at this early time of the day with children laughing their eyes out, sneakers bumping on the stone stones and someone already screaming on practice tryouts.I would walk head down and hood up with my backpack on one shoulder. This was a practiced form of invisibility. I’d learned how to make myself small after the war, after Rain. It was easier to be the version of myself that no one asked questions about.My schedule changed last semester when I came back. The staff said they wanted to “reduce stress.” Translation: give the recently traumatis
The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake The Girl Who Doesn’t Know
Isolde I had been told that boarding schools were supposed to feel like beginnings. New routines. New friendships. New chances to become someone better than whoever you were before. But as I had walked through the gates of the now named Lannister Academy that first morning, all I felt was noise.It had not just been loud noise, not shouting students or blaring hallways. No, this was a quieter kind of noise. The kind that lives under the skin. The one that whistles in the air and touches the back of your neck like somebody is spying. Or waiting.My suit-case had gone rolling across the pavement. The college resembled an old one, which, though recently remodelled, was too old to be a mere school. The houses were high and slim, and the shadows were hanging upon their sides even in daytime. There was at the centre a courtyard fountain, and on one side of it was the narrative of a statue of a girl cut wholly of pale stone streaked with brands of soft gold, printed in a banner.Students pa
The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake Bloodlines Never Sleep
EliasThe ride back to the estate felt longer than it should have. The academy was barely a forty minute drive, but silence lengthens roads, and Aria hadn’t spoken a word since we left the parking lot. Her hands were clasped too tightly in her lap. She stared ahead as if the mist outside the windshield were capable of forming answers.I knew better.The gate guards stepped aside as the car rolled in. The Lannister estate, rebuilt, repaired, repainted, still looked like a scar trying to pretend it was skin. Half the stone was new. Half was still blackened at the edges. Rain’s statue glowed faintly under the courtyard lamps, the gold within her stone veins flickering like a quiet heartbeat.Grief does not leave. It shifts its shape.Kol was waiting for us at the front of the house. He still leaned on his cane though he did not really need it. His eyes found Aria first. He read her expression instantly.“What happened?”Not to me. Not to the boy. Not to the school.What happened to the t
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