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Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.

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Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

I staggered, almost collapsed, my notebook leaping off my hands and shooting across the floor. I had already reached the street when I could even begin to chase after it. Behind me, the doors slammed shut with a harsh snap, the reflected glass revealing that I was---outside, unwanted. I stood outside for what seemed like forever, even the dark sky and sign of heavy did not make me lose sight of what brought me here. “Damien knight.” I kept repeating the name like it was a savor. And then coming out of the revolving doors, Damian Knight. He glittered beneath the rain pounding down. Hands reached out and clutched him, paparazzi shouting his name, and flashes of camera. He strode as if he were

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The second Thursday, she stayed for forty-seven minutes. They did not talk about Vanessa. They did not talk about the past. They talked about a book. The Remains of the Day, which she had been rereading because it was the only novel she had brought with her from London. He had read it. He had hated the ending. She had loved the ending. They argued about it for forty minutes, and by the time dessert came, she was laughing once. Not a real laugh. A half one. But it escaped her mouth before she could stop it, and Damien looked at her like a man watching the sunrise after a long night.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by