Semua Bab THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION: Bab 211 - Bab 220

CASSAIN"Hey Alexander, I have a very funny feeling about today; keep an eye in your mate and your sister will you?""Of course dad. I'll see you later." He hangs up the call.There’s a moment, right before something happens when your perspective of the outlook of life changes which is why the second I step onto campus, I know there's an evil presence around.I stop mid-step.People move around me.Laughing.Living like nothing is about to go very, very wrong.My eyes scan the crowd and I see him.Standing near the edge of the courtyard.Back half-turned.Kendrick; one of Thalrion’s men but I've felt the life source of him draining away so this can't be Kendrick....this body has been possessed.I know that instantly before he even turns, before he even looks at me. I’ve dealt with enough lies to recognize one on sight.“Found you.”The words doesn't leave my mouth before he turns slowly.Like he heard me anyway.Like he felt me and when his eyes meet mine.Thalrion.Looking back at m

EVELESSA "Aretha I feel so different and grown""We've come so far Evelessa"I know when something is wrong with me.Something is very, very wrong.It starts subtly.A missed beat in my pulse.A delay in my reflection.A feeling like I’m being watched from the inside.I stand alone in my room.The door is locked.The curtains drawn.The silence thick.It should feel safe.It doesn’t.I walk toward the mirror.I stop in front of it.Look at myself.Silver eyes.For a second.Then she blinks.Silence crashes into the room.My expression doesn’t change.Not outwardly.“Interesting,” I murmur.My voice is steady.“You’re calm,” she says.Her voice is mine.Exactly mine.“I don’t panic, I was however having a conversation with Aretha before you interrupted." I reply.“Clearly.”She tilts her head mirroring me“Most people would be screaming by now.”“I’m not most people Medusa”“No,” she agrees softly.“You’re not.”“You’re something… new.”My eyes narrow slightly.“Why are you out?”The

EVELESSA “I hate this place.”“You say that like you weren’t the one who dragged me here.”“I didn’t drag you,” Aretha shoots back. “I invited you.”“That wasn’t an invitation,” Alexis mutters beside me, eyeing the flashing lights like they personally offended her. “That was a threat disguised as enthusiasm.”I don’t say anything.I just stand there in the middle of the nightclub.Lights flickering.Music pounding.Bodies moving.Energy thick.And I feel it.Eyes.So many eyes.Watching.Drawn not just to me but to what I carry.To what I’ve become.“You’re quiet,” Aretha says, leaning closer so I can hear her over the music.“I’m thinking.”“That’s never good,” Alexis cuts in dryly.“For other people,” I correct.Aretha snorts.“Fair.”“You feel it too, don’t you?” she asks.I glance at her.She already knows the answer.“Yes.”Alexis exhales slowly.“Great. So we’re surrounded by drunk humans and something else watching us.”“Relax,” Aretha says.“I am relaxed,” Alexis replies.“Th

SEBASTIAN “Prince Vale! Over here!”“Is it true your clothing line is poisoning people?”“Are you aware of the toxic compounds found in VYRE fabric?”“Did you knowingly release dangerous material to the public?”The questions hit all at once.Loud.Aggressive.Repetitive.Annoying.I stand behind the podium.Still.Calm.Collected.Because that’s the game.Not reacting.Not snapping.Not giving them what they want.Even when I very much want to.“Let’s begin with facts,” I say smoothly, adjusting the mic slightly.“That would be refreshing,” one journalist mutters loudly.I ignore him.Of course I do.“VYRE is a performance-based sportswear line engineered for durability and adaptability,” I continue.“Every material used has been tested—”“Tested by who?” another cuts in.“Independent labs,” I reply without missing a beat.“Which labs?” she presses.“Certified ones.”A ripple of sarcastic laughter spreads.Ah.We’re doing this today.“Prince Vale,” another voice cuts in sharply, “se

ALEXANDER“I didn’t break into anything or anywhere, I have no reason to.”The Dean doesn’t look convinced.Of course he doesn’t.People like him?They don’t deal in truth.They deal in what’s convenient.And right now I’m convenient.“Mr. Alexander,” he says, folding his hands neatly on the desk like this is some calm, civilized conversation.“This isn’t a casual allegation.”“No,” I reply flatly.“It’s a stupid one.”His lips press together.Annoyed.“Watch your tone,” he says.“Then say something worth respecting.” I lean back in the chair like I’ve got all the time in the world.Because I do.Because this?This isn’t a real problem.This is a distraction.“You were seen entering the admissions building late last night,” he continues.“And?”“And security footage shows you leaving with restricted files.”I blink.Slow.Once.“That’s impressive.”His brow furrows.“Excuse me?”“I didn’t know I could be in two places at once.”“This isn’t a joke.”“I’m not laughing.”Another pause.