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Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Pearl
The light is soft in the library, pouring through the tall windows like it’s trying to soothe everything it touches. Pages, shelves, skin. But it can’t reach what’s shifting inside me. My textbook lies open, but I haven’t turned the page in ten minutes. The numbers blur. I’m supposed to be reviewing compound interest. Instead, I’m counting time. It’s been nearly five months. Five months since I stepped through the gates of Elite Garden with nothing but nerves and a name that doesn’t feel like mine anymore. Since I met Lucas—really met him. His eyes wary, his posture always guarded like he expected me to vanish. Maybe he was right. In a way, I did. I thought I was Pearl. But I’m not. I’m Rosie. And I can’t tell anyone. I press my pencil into the paper, hard enough to almost split it. It’s strange, how time passes when you’re pretending. The days blur. The hours fold into each other like pages you skim instead of read. I didn’t even realize how far the semester had gone un
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Pearl
The ball moved like it remembered me. I dribbled down the court, the echo of each bounce like a heartbeat in the stillness. My steps were light, precise, instinctual — muscle memory rising from someplace deeper than thought. My long braid swung behind me with every movement, a dark ribbon slicing the air, catching the sun as I turned. I pivoted, twisted, took a shot — the ball arcing high into the air — and when it sank through the net with that clean, perfect swish, something inside me fluttered wide open. I didn’t think about anything. Not Lucas, not Daniel, not the strange ache that had taken up residence in my chest these past few weeks. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t surviving or pretending or remembering — I was being. The wind kissed my skin, lifting the strands of hair that slipped loose from my braid, and my feet moved like they never forgot. I crossed the court again, faster now, the ball gliding beneath my palm, sharp and alive. I spun, laughin
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Pearl
The hallway had cleared out, but the silence still buzzed in my ears. My pulse was pounding so hard I could hear it. Lucas stood behind me now, a step away but miles gone in fury. His breathing was uneven, his fists still trembling at his sides. Daniel straightened, brushing the front of his blazer with forced calm, like he hadn’t almost gotten his face shattered. And then—he looked at me. That smirk returned. Not the charming one I used to know. This one was something else. Bitter. Sharp. “You should ask him what it cost,” Daniel said, voice like velvet wrapped around a knife. I narrowed my eyes. “What?” “To get you back,” he continued, gaze flicking toward Lucas with a twisted kind of satisfaction. “How he begged his father. Got down on his knees like a dog. And when that didn’t work—he pointed a gun at his own head.” The words hit me like a slap. I froze. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. “Asked him what was worth more,” Daniel went on, eyes locked on mi
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Pearl
The corridors buzzed with the usual low thrum of voices and footsteps and late bells. Someone bumped into me with a half-muttered apology, and I barely noticed. My satchel dug into my shoulder. Lucas walked beside me, close enough that our arms brushed every few steps, and I kept pretending it was just another morning. It wasn’t. Something felt off. Like the air was too still. Like the world was holding its breath and hadn’t told me why. We turned the corner into the west wing—the older part of the academy where the ceilings arched high and the windows wore ivy like jewelry. Our history class was just up ahead. I reached for the door handle— And then I froze. My breath caught in my throat before I even understood why. It was instinct, like a thread snapping in the center of my chest. He was there. Daniel. Sitting in the back row like he belonged, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t held my wrist too tight or whispered promises I hadn’t asked for. Like he hadn’t tri
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Pearl
His hand stays in mine for a while, warm and steady beneath the covers. Then, slowly, his fingers shift—tracing the inside of my wrist, the hollow where my pulse flutters like wings caught in glass. I don't pull away. I can't. The world outside the bed doesn't exist. Only the hush of our breath. The weight of his eyes in the dark. He moves closer, his body a heat I could sink into, his mouth brushing the edge of my jaw. His hand slips lower, under the soft edge of my nightgown, traveling with agonizing patience. Every inch he touches feels like it's waking up from something long dead. My breath hitches when he finds the seam of me, and he pauses—not to ask, but to listen. My body gives him the answer my mouth won’t. He touches me with aching tenderness, parting me with a reverence that feels like worship. His fingertips are slow, almost shy at first, coaxing heat from nerves I’d forgotten how to feel. It’s not about power. Not hunger. It’s presence. The kind that makes me ac
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Pearl
The castle is quiet when I return—too quiet. My footsteps echo down the stone hallways, the torches flickering on the walls as if reacting to my presence. The shadows here don’t whisper like they did in the graveyard, but they linger all the same. I keep my head down as I move through the halls, fingers curled tightly in my coat sleeves. The dirt from the grave still clings to my skin, under my nails, and I feel like I’ve brought something back with me. Something that doesn’t want to let go. Lucas isn’t here. The thought drops into my mind like a stone in water, rippling through everything. No echo of boots in the corridor. No impatient voice behind a closed door. No sharp, observant eyes following me. He’s gone. Somewhere far from here tonight. That should bring relief, but instead it leaves a hollow space. Because now, I’m alone with everything I’m afraid to think about. In the room, I lock the door behind me and head straight to the washbasin. The water’s already cold. I
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