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She sat up slowly, her expression dazed, sated. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Detention's over. But this lesson... this is just getting started." _____ The university library was a cathedral of silence and old knowledge. The advanced literature class moved in a hushed cluster through the stacks, a week after the detention incident. Tension hummed between teacher and student like a live wire. Stolen glances in the hallway, the brush of a hand when passing papers, each touch was electric, addictive. Mr. James Throne watched Elena from across the Rare Manuscripts room. She was pretending to examine a first edition of Frankenstein, but her eyes kept drifting to him. She wore a simp

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

Chapter 11 – The Intense Night The car arrived exactly at nine Black, silent, waiting at the corner of Noah’s street like it already knew he would come Noah stood by the window of his small apartment for several minutes before moving, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket as his mind replayed the last week over and over again The classroom The questions The subtle smiles The way Professor Elliott could turn a simple lecture into a private conversation in a room full of people Noah exhaled slowly He grabbed his jacket and stepped outside

Iris: He got us. We closed the door behind us and left them for the classroom. Once again we stood there but now it's different. I could feel the pressure from the other side of the door. Drake opened the door and sure enough there was pressure. This time a whole bunch of fireballs in different colors looking awesomely fatal were waiting to be shot all aiming at us. We stood there by the door and facing off to all the current members of the Elite Tier class. (Except for the two we left behind and the worn-out Franz suffering from Depression.) They were all smiling and giggling and shouted in a loud voice.

And by now, Elias had a large jotter which was almost filled with her fantasies of Kaelen, and she was looking to get a new book very soon because she was very sure her mind was gonna think up even more dirty, kinky stuff. . . . Elias's attention was focused on Professor Albert the next morning in class, with Chloe sitting next to her about to doze off. The professor was explaining something complex, and Elias reached into her bag to pick out her jotter when she felt something was off. Her fingers touched a familiar soft leather, instead of the worn out cover of her usual spiral bound jotter, and an icy dread ran through her. Slowly, she pulled it out from her bag. It was the journal, the on

Jefferson. "Let's have a contest. We'll both do this test at the same time. If I win, you will resign. I'll be the one taking over the podium, and you can go home and retire. "But if I lose, I'll do whatever you want. Get on my knees and beg and grovel for forgiveness, or spend the rest of my time in detention, or drop out and get lost from your sight—your pick. Wanna bet?" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing.

A beefy guy with a gold chain barked, "We're talking to Mr. Carey. Who are you to interrupt?" Jack Carey glanced at me, then at my weathered sedan. A sneer crept onto his face. "Look at this nobody, acting like he owns the place." The others piled on, their voices a chorus of snobbery. "Know your lane, buddy." "Mr. Carey is connected to the CEO of the Mills Group and is worth billions. Be silent in your junker." "Wise up and beat it." Ten years ago, I stepped out of the spotlight for Olivia and Sophie, pouring everything into their happiness.

Without the core encryption key, that system would not last three minutes in a code-combat test. I took a cab to the airport and sat in the waiting area, watching planes lift into the sky beyond the window. My phone stayed quiet. Victor was probably still basking in the joy of thinking he was about to win a billion-dollar contract. He had no time to bother with me. I opened my tablet and logged into the internal livestream of the bidding venue. On the screen, Sophie was standing onstage, speaking smoothly through the PowerPoint. Victor sat in the first row below, gazing at her with admiration.

My breath came out in white puffs. I had class in twenty minutes. Biology. But the thought of sitting through a lecture about cellular respiration while my life fell apart seemed impossible. Instead, I walked to the library. My library. The place I’d worked for two years. The place that, according to Marcus, I wouldn’t have by the end of the week. Inside, it smelled like old books and wood polish. Mrs. Keating was at the front desk. She looked up when I walked in. “Elowen. You’re early.”

Clara said, she's an older woman and works as an assistant to Micheal. "What is it?" Alpha Lorenzo asked in his cold tone and he spares her a glance. "ELITE EDIT company has launched a new design and it has been the talk of the city, I'm very afraid that very soon, they'd overcome ours." Mrs. Clara expressed her concern professionally. Alpha Lorenzo's face grew cold-blooded and he folded his fists on the table. Some of the workers who noticed his change of mood became afraid. Tinsely became concerned as she looked at his mate but he wouldn't spare her a glance, it was obvious he was giving her a cold shoulder.