Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

UNKNOWNSmack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her."Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic.Messy.Uncontrolled.It’s not.Not when it’s done right.When it’s real and it’s precise.Careful.Patient.It watches.Learns.Waits and most importantlyIt chooses.I chose her. She doesn't even get a say in this and neither does he because I will tear the world apart if I have to, burn them all to ash if they stand in my way but no one gets to take her from me not in this lifetime not in the after life. She is mine.Not because she’s powerful.Not because the world bends around her like she’s something divine.No.I chose her because she doesn’t try to be.Because she stands in the middle of destruction and still looks… untouched.Untouchable.And I hate that.I hate that no one has broken her yet.I hate that no one has made her fall.I hate that it isn’t me. From her childhood I've watched her, taken different shape and form to be around he

CASSAIN"Go ahead without me Lucian...I think I've just spotted someone following Evelessa I'd catch up with you later."Instinct doesn’t ask permission.It doesn’t wait for logic.It doesn’t care about timing, setting, or consequences.It sees.It reacts.And right now mine is screaming.I notice it the moment she steps into the library.She’s a constant.A gravity I orbit without even thinking about it.I notice him.Standing too still.Watching too long.Breathing like he’s memorizing something he has no right to touch.Evelessa.My fist tightens.I’ve seen this look before.On enemies.On fools.On people who don’t understand what they’re stepping into until it’s too late.Obsession.Ugly.Dangerous.Unacceptable.I lean against the doorway, arms folded, pretending I’m not paying attention.But I am.I always am.He moves when she moves.Not close enough to be obvious.But close enough for me to notice.And that’s all that matters.Because I don’t need proof.I don’t need confirm

EVELESSA “Siren.”I repeat the theme under my breath as Alexis adjusts the strap on my dress.“Very fitting,” she mutters.“Danger wrapped in beauty.”I glance at her.“Or beauty mistaken for danger.”She snorts.“No one is mistaking you for harmless.”I turn toward the mirror.And for a moment even I pause.Silver.Not soft.Not delicate.The fabric clings like liquid metal, flowing over my body in a way that feels almost alive. The neckline dips just enough to be daring, the slit high enough to make a statement without asking permission.My hair falls in loose waves, catching the light.My eyes?Cold.Focused.Unapologetic.I don’t look like a girl attending a school competition.I look like something summoned.“Cassain is going to lose his mind,” Alexis says.“He already has ” I reply.She grins.“Fair.”A knock interrupts us.“Five minutes!” someone calls.Showtime.I take one last look at myself.Not for validation.For control.Because tonight isn’t about winning.It’s about pr

UNKNOWN The gun range reeked of gun powder, I'd been here longer than necessary, and the kick in my shoulder was starting to feel like a dull throb in my head but it didn't matter. The target at the far end continued to stand there, its edges running in and out with the precision of each shot that I fired. It felt like the only thing I was capable of doing now was shooting, hit something, I am beyond frustrated as father cut me off his will but as soon as the bullet hit the target, I couldn't help but feel like I was just striking pieces of my own fury. I could not hit the thing that mattered. I could not hit what I actually had on my mind. I fired again. The sound reverberated out, sharp and distinct, and I could sense the weight of it push into my chest. I was tired of chasing dreams, tired of chasing rabbits who were only going to chase me round and round. I placed the gun down, cleaned my forehead of the sweat, and breathed out slowly. There was a crackling silence as I conte

LIRADragons don’t trust easily.We remember too much.Betrayals.Wars.Promises broken long before most of this world was even built.So when someone asks for an audience with me especially now I don’t assume it’s respect.I assume it’s a test.Or a mistake.Mara?She feels like both.I stand at the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea.Waves crash below.The wind moves through my hair.Carrying salt.Carrying warning.Because something about tonight?Is wrong.“You chose a dramatic place.”Her voice cuts through the air behind me.I don’t turn.Not yet.“Dragons don’t do subtle,” I reply.A pause.Footsteps.She’s not rushing.That means she’s thinking.Or pretending to.“Is that what you are?” she asks.“A dragon?”I smile slightly.Now I turn.Face her.“Do you want to find out?”She holds my gaze.Doesn’t flinch.Doesn’t step back.Interesting.“Not tonight,” she says.Smart answer but not honest.Because she didn’t come here to talk.“You’ve been busy,” I say.“Everyone has.”“