Semua Bab Bound by the Moon: Bab 11 - Bab 17

SORAYADear reader, Fenrir Academy held secrets and vermin I had come to realise—one of which was far worse than the other. It was up to us to find the most evil.I might have unknowingly predicted a long night, but I was just not ready for how long the night would actually be.At first, I couldn't sleep. It was probably the creepiness of the house, or maybe just the obvious reason on the left wing. I didn’t trust the prince. What if he stabbed me to death in my sleep? Because of my uneasiness, I found myself making it to the living room, counting my steps gingerly."Do you really think you can sneak into my room and take my life?"I startled, almost slipping to the floor at the sight of Prince Daryl sitting on one of the sofas that graced the space. "Excuse me?" I blinked, suddenly smoothing my hair after having recovered from the surprise."Is that not why you're sneaking around?" Daryl stated, still leaning on the chair with his eyes closed like he had no care in the world. But I

SORAYAMy classes would have been another normal day with me plotting creative ways to kill the prince—if not for the 'murder' brand that had been tagged on myself and the prince's name.Everywhere I went, I could hear whispers, fingers pointing. I was suddenly not so invisible anymore. And I hated it."With the look on your face Karter, I can tell you are not enjoying the attention..." His voice held an amusement that vexed me, enough to make my feet freeze in step.He was so close, his lips just a few inches away from my ear. My fingers tightened around my books, wanting nothing more than to throw it at the smirk I knew was sitting pretty on his face. "I could stab you right now, your Highness," I seethed."Now, wouldn't that be so sweet to watch?" He responded, now snorting in between chuckles, and then just as low he whispered; "you wouldn't dare..."Daryl's silent warning returned me back to reality, and quickly I took two steps away, then turned to face him. His visage was cloud

SORAYATell me, my dear reader, how often have you been knocked out of your senses by but a few words? I'll give my answer if I can, but well my senses have been knocked out—literally speaking."Wait, what?""I am quite sure you heard me, Miss Farrow. I don't think there's any need for repetition now, is there?" My gaze drifted to Daryl, whose face held as much confusion as I'm sure mine did."I thought it was a makeshift holding cell for Karter and me?" He spoke up.Sir Sinclair grinned as he relaxed. Now his amusement was really testing my patience. I really wanted to wipe that silly smirk off his face."As of 2:44 this afternoon," he lifted his phone and showed us the screen, a letter was displayed on it. "You and Soraya Karter have been proven innocent because of a lack of evidence. I am the lucky one to share the news with you.""Lack of evidence, when the librarian was found murdered in that same manner, just this morning? That doesn't make any sen

SORAYA"If you think we will be best forming bonds, and sitting through bonfires then you are sorely mistaken! You need to understand that we are in survival mode here, Adele!"By the time I entered the house, I noticed that it had been arranged, even the rooms upstairs were sparkling bright. A fireplace burnt just by the side of the living room, and a shelf had been brought with selected books lined in height order.I didn't know what it meant to be part of the Gala team, but it looked like it would be a big deal. Adele, Dolly and I were put in one room. Then Ilana and Elle in the other, and Axel, Ethan, and Daryl in the room upstairs. I had a notion—that the school wanted a blood bath before the gala. They would get one, because the room pairing is insane.I was staring at Adele with a deadpan face as we set up our sides of the room. The room was huge I noticed, and it was so beautiful—hauntingly so. The aura in the room was just as dark as the whole hous