How To Survive As The Academy's Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Some will want to control you. Others will want you dead.” “And the rest?” she asked. “They’ll wait,” he said. “To see which ending you choose.” The words settled heavily between us. I felt it then—the academy listening. Not walls or wards, but the people inside it. Fear. Hope. Curiosity. Faith they didn’t yet understand they were placing in us. I didn’t want a crown. Didn’t want prophecy. But I wanted her alive. Wanted this place standing. Wanted the storm to stop taking and start protecting.

The announcement of our engagement hit the city like a stone dropped into a quiet pond. By five o'clock the following evening, every major paper in the capital had printed it across the front pages. The Black Wolf and the Villainess. It was a pairing that made no sense, a union between a cold corporate predator and a woman the social pages had spent three years branding as a hysterical tyrant.

Powerful men always care about themselves. “Most P.A.s don’t last long in this environment,” Mr Blackwood said suddenly. “I’ll try my best,” I replied, even though I wanted to say something else. I can only try him by crossing boundaries, not understanding him. If I mirror his energy, my chance of survival is around 70. A knock came, and a man entered the office. “This is Director Kade. He’ll train you officially and plan with you,” Mr Blackwood said. “Yes, sir,” I replied, turning to him. “Hello, sir. " My name is Gianne Morgan.”

I deadpanned, “I’ve witnessed first hand a fraction of its power and I would tell you your plan is meaningless.” “W-What do you mean?” “What I said. He was also harvesting souls back at Warwick.” A collective gasp followed, “Once you all are contained it will be easier to find the accomplices and put a stop to what has been terrorizing this academy. Once you leak out information like this, he will retrace and evolve.” A student asked, lost in the crowd, “How can we trust you?” “Because the man I love was the one taken from me by this monster.”

"You see what you are to every single student in this academy? You’re a discard able play thing. A piece of meat they want to break for fun. You won’t last a day, not to talk of a semester without protection. Do you understand that?" I immediately nodded because my throat was too tight for words. But he was right. I had been foolish and naïve to think that I could ever survive this hell hole by staying invisible. If nothing changed my circumstance… then I would die here. That fact was for sure. Hot tears of fear stung my eyes but I forcefully held them back.

On the far wall hung what looked like a weapons chest, though it was currently empty. I set my bag on the bed closest to the window and sat down heavily. Riley's words echoed in my head. The first challenge takes out fifty percent of the students. Those who fail must fall under the rule of another alpha. Future alphas who fail the academy either die or return home with their status lowered, with the promise that their packs will be conquered. Everyone here was fighting for their pack, just as I was fighting for mine. The difference was, I wasn't just fighting to prove myself—I was fighting to survive long enough to avenge Joshua and protect my family from the war Donovan planned to wage.

No matter how much he disguised himself as Derrick, he would never give up his controlling ways. The ride to Werewolf Academia felt longer than I remembered. Maybe because the last time I had stepped foot there, my life had been completely different. I had been Malia then, Avan’s girlfriend and Savannah's best friend. An Omega turned beta that some people either respected or were jealous of. Now, I was just an unfamiliar face among the students, a newcomer they would whisper about.

“How?” “That’s not your concern, Garris. Don't worry about that,” she says dismissively, her tone leaving no room for arguments. “You should just focus on surviving the investigation. Step up your A-game. Make yourself sympathetic. Go as far as playing the victim if you have to. Be fucking good at being the wrongly accused professor who was targeted and falsely accused by hateful students.” The accuracy of her suggestion is enticing and sounds like a fucking good plan for the meantime. “What about my niece?” I ask, remembering Yvonne. “She is at the academy too and if Daisy targets her—”

I squeeze my thighs together as I try to get control of my arousal; this is the longest I’ve gone without some kind of release and Gideon is definitely how I want to end that dry spell. “I’ve never met him. He’s the bogeyman to all the Academy girls; we live in fear of this guy being sent to clean up our mess. I’ve only ever failed one job and he was called it. I was forced to move before he arrived but I went back and the things I saw gave me nightmares.” I feel my stomach starting to rebel as I remember the small room of children I found; they were killed without mercy and by someone completely devoid of a soul. If I really look for a moment when I started having doubts about the Academy,

She gave a weak, humorless smile. “You know,” she murmured, “if you’re going to kidnap someone, consistency would help your villain arc.” Diana glared at her coldly. “Shut up!” “She won’t survive long without food,” Ryan muttered. “Good,” Diana shot back. “Let her feel it.” Dakota lifted her head slightly. “So this is the plan?” she murmured. “Starve me until what? I disappear?” Diana’s glare snapped to her. “You don’t get to speak.”