Semua Bab Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Nora’s POVTo most people, college is a chaotic hurdle to survive. To me, it’s a sanctuary. Call me a nerd, but I’d take it as a badge of honor. Where else can you lose yourself completely in the quiet hum of a library, surrounded by the scent of old paper and endless possibility?My phone buzzed against the wooden shelf, breaking my trance. A small smile touched my lips as I saw my mom’s caller ID flashing on the screen.“Mom,” I answered, swiping the green icon.“Nora, how are you? Have you ate dinner?”My eyes widened slightly at her word then checked the digital clock on my desk: 11:14 PM. How had I lost track of the time for that long?“I’m in the library, Mom. I’ll call you the second I’m back at the hostel,” I promised. “You’re still in the library at this time?” I can picture her brow raised right now. “I had lost track of time, I’m heading home now.” After a quick chat, I tapped the red button and ended the call.I glanced up, suddenly realizing the cavernous room was entir

Nora’s POVI stood frozen as the hospital attendant slowly pulled the stiff, plastic-lined sheet away from the two gurneys. I forced myself to look, every primal instinct in my body screamed at me to turn away and run. The bodies were charred beyond immediate recognition. Skin blackened, blistered, and stripped of anything that made them human. My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself forward, one agonizing step at a time, until I was standing beside the gurney on the left. It belonged to a woman. Trembling, my hand hovered over the ruined expanse of her forearm before I forced my fingers down to brush against the skin.There it was. Faint, scarred into the charred surface, but unmistakably present: the small, perfect circle with a crisp letter N stamped right in the middle."No," I choked out, stumbling backward. Hot, blinding tears spilled over my lashes. My gaze flickered from the dead woman to the second gurney. These can’t be my parents. No, it isn't possible. How could the

Nora's POVI stared at her, my brows furrowed tight. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I was my parents' daughter. A Brown. Through and through, and nothing was ever going to change that."What on earth is that supposed to imply?" I glared at Matilda, wondering where on earth she pulled such a wild thought from."I didn’t mean it like that, Nora," she breathed out, backpedaling slightly before pressing on. "I just mean... the resemblance isn't really there. If you're truly their biological daughter, how come you don't take after either of them in any way?"I paused, my breathing instantly turning ragged. "You just didn't see it. There's a resemblance," I lied, the words tasting hollow in my mouth."Is that what you keep telling yourself? Have you ever actually seen the resemblance? Or have you just been too afraid to look at the differences?""Okay, Matilda, please just stop. I'll go wherever you want me to go, so just drop the accusations," I waved a hand dismissively, desperat

Nora’s POVThe killer from that day. Did he actually follow me here? Did he—“Oh, fuck, you really came for me!” The girl, Athena from earlier squealed, rushing over to loop her arms around his neck.That’s when I saw it…Dark, heavy tattoos crawled down the sleeves of his black top, snaking all the way from his forearms down past his knuckles. I forced my gaze up to his face, finding his brows raised as he looked right at me. I blinked hard, brushing past him toward the hallway. Whatever urge I’d had to use the restroom completely vanished.*I just stood in front of the sink in the washroom, staring blankly at my own reflection. He came for them, right? He just happens to run in the same social circle as Matilda? That should probably be the case. And I’m sure as hell he recognized me. My plan is simple: walk back out, grab my bag and phone, and get the hell away from this house. If these people knew him, this guy must be a student at Jude’s, too. I just needed to make sure our