Fated To The Moonlined College のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Alicia stood before the towering dormitory building with a victorious little smile tugging at her lips. Her suitcase was nearly as tall as her leg, and she leaned on it dramatically like it was her exhausted travel buddy who had survived a three-hour journey with her.“Well, here goes nothing,” she muttered, gripping the handle and striding toward the entrance like she already owned the place.The first thing she noticed inside was the porter’s desk. Empty. Completely deserted. Typical. She rolled her eyes but didn’t waste energy hunting for help. She had her room number memorized. The school made everyone ballot for spaces online, so she was good. At least, she thought she was.Dragging her suitcase down the hallway, she groaned, “Arghhh, my goodness!” Her voice echoed in the quiet hall, sounding much louder than she intended. Each corridor looked identical long stretches of endless white doors and silent walls. Not a single human being to point her in the right direction.She tugged

‎A loud yawn broke free from Alicia’s lips as her body stretched across the entire mattress like a cat claiming its territory. The faint morning light streamed through the half-drawn curtains, warming her cheek as she blinked herself awake. For a blissful moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar ceiling, the neatly stacked books on the desk, and the faint scent of citrus and cedar that clung to the sheets.‎‎Her heart gave a small jolt.‎‎Right. She wasn’t home. She wasn’t in her mother’s cozy guest room, either. She was in Moonlined College. In a dorm. Sharing a room with…‎‎Her gaze swept instinctively to the other side of the bed. Empty.‎‎No trace of Raymond.‎‎Relief unfurled in her chest like a balloon. “Thank God,” she muttered, rolling onto her back with a stretch that made her joints pop. She hadn’t exactly been eager to start her morning with another round of bickering.‎‎Alicia pushed herself upright, rubbing her eyes with th

Dragging herself out of sleep, Alicia blinked at the early light spilling through the narrow dorm window. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then the memory of yesterday hit her like a splash of cold water, the humiliating encounter with the porter, the argument with Raymond, the ridiculous pillow wall, and the fact that she was stuck in this room with him.‎‎She groaned into her pillow. Day one, and I’m already exhausted.‎‎A sound from the other side of the room caught her attention. Raymond was sitting up, hair tousled but still annoyingly perfect, scrolling on his phone like the world revolved around him.‎‎“You’re up early,” she muttered, throwing the blanket aside.‎‎“Some of us actually have discipline,” he shot back without looking at her.‎‎Alicia rolled her eyes and grabbed her towel. “And some of us have hygiene. Bathroom’s mine first.”‎‎She hopped off the bed before he could argue, slipping into the bathroom with a triumphant grin.‎‎Steam soon fogged the mirr

Raymond stepped out of the room like a man who owned the building. His strides were steady, his expression unreadable, and yet students melted out of his path without needing a word. Some drifted into corners, pretending to be engaged in conversation. Others simply crossed to the far end of the corridor, too wary to brush against him. He didn’t stop until he reached the porter’s office. The porter, with his perpetually dull eyes and bored expression looked up. A flicker of recognition passed through those lifeless eyes, and without a single question, he understood. The warden. With a quiet creak, he pushed open a door cleverly concealed behind the wall of shelves. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than the background of the office. To the untrained eye, one wouldn’t even suspect a passage was there. “Thanks, Thomas,” Raymond murmured. He slipped through, into a different world. The hidden office gleamed. Polished wood, expensive furniture, neatly arranged books in

The night was still young, frogs croaking so loud outside it almost felt like a chorus. Alicia had just finished her bath, she’d spent far too long in the bathroom, but she didn’t notice. Dressed in her pajamas, she stepped into the room, her face unreadable, and sank onto the reading table with her phone in hand. She didn’t want to think about what she had seen. Instead, she texted her mum, claiming she was adapting well to campus life and eating properly. A harmless little lie.For a few minutes, she scrolled through social media, letting the random feed distract her. When it stopped working, she sighed, tossed her phone aside, and stretched out on the bed she unfortunately shared with Raymond. The porter had promised “adjustments” soon, but for now, she was stuck. Lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, it hit her that she hadn’t eaten dinner. Not that she had the appetite anyway, Raymond had already killed that earlier. Turning to the side where he usually slept, her chest tigh