Novel & Cerita How To Survive As The Academy's Villain

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

Resistance wasn't an option. Respect was demanded, a laughable concept considering my stinging welcome. This mutual respect, supposedly, was built on a foundation of 'trust' ... what she really should have said was 'of fear and control.' Education at the academy wasn't just about serving our sentence. It was about being indoctrinated into their world and learning our "place" in vampire society. And finally, No escape. The most bone-chilling rule of all. Any escape attempt meant severe repercussions, not just for the escapee but for all humans at the academy... A collective punishment that ensured compliance through fear.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

She gave me a sharp gaze, “Hindi nga sabi! Bakit mo ba ginigiit ‘yan!? Hindi ba sabi kong hindi!? ‘Di ka na ba maka-intindi Vexyiana? Tignan mo nga ang nangyari sa ama mo! Hindi ka ba nadadala!? At isa pa, kakaiba ‘yang ability mo! Sa tingin mo ba alam ng school na ‘yan kung ano gagawin kapag na-trigger nanaman ‘yan!?” I maintained my straight face, “Ma, are you worried about me..? Or do you just not accept me? My ability..?” “Iniingatan lang ki-“ “THEN WHY? Look Ma! The Academy, it’s a chance! I can prove myself, I-I can earn myself! I’ll be happy! Pero… Pero bakit parang ayaw mo naman ako maging masaya ma? I obeyed you for 19 years! 19! I was in the dark for 19 f*cking years! GOD! MA! Let

Collecting herself, she nodded and concluded that they would help him train for the event tomorrow. Happy that they were on the same train of thought, Zen grinned. From the first death game, he learned that avoiding conflict was his only chance for survival in this academy. He couldn’t afford to run in with any of the other assassins during events. Unlike the dungeon, people died for real in events. Some people were out for blood like Carnage, and Zen wasn’t someone like his sworn brother who could crush them with pure force.

Gods help me, I cannot be mated to a weak, cursed boy. I saw him smirk again, defiance gleaming in his eyes, completely unaware...or maybe aware and daring me to act. My mind raced, plotting. I could push him, let him climb, make a mistake. One wrong move, and it would be over. His death would look natural. I could breathe again. I could be free. “Killian,” one of the Academy heads barked, striding forward, hands raised. “Let him climb. He’s earned the chance.”

That spot belongs to me. How do I explain this? Should I tell her the truth? Would she be weirded out? She’s from the orphanage system—nothing to her name, no family. That’s how the Academy traps girls like her. They have nothing, and we offer them a life. A luxurious life, one they can't ever refuse. And they take it, because the alternative is starvation. Or worse. "Uhm," I mumble when she turns to look at me. "What?" She asks with a frown.

He slumped back, consciousness fleeing into the cider's oblivion, his head lolling against the booth's wooden frame. I sat in the silence, the rain drumming against the roof, the geas burning on my wrist, the weight of Vance's confession settling in my chest like stones dropped into deep water. The Academy had known. Always known. They had built their power on an ancient hunger, fed it with students and secrets, and when it began to wake, when the corruption spread too far to hide, they found me - a convenient monster, a reusable villainess, a scapegoat who could be sacrificed when the narrative demanded.

" Correction : There's not much difference between me and the stereotype of girls that you create just for bashing them . Wait I don't think that helped my case at all . " While Michael undergoes an existential crisis probably about whether he just insulted himself or not . Alec and I go over the plan . ' What's the plan ?' Alec mind linked me. ' It's quite simple really . We won't get into a fight . Dracula is a selfish piece of shit , he won't care if we kill his little minions .. At most he'll be offended and take it to his ego . But I don't just want to tarnish his ego , I want him to feel pain . I want him to feel the pain we did when we saw the people we once called family on the groun

Tessa is keeping me company, but Victor is just angry. “How could she suspend you?” My shoulders shrug in silent response. “How are we supposed to find Raven Aylestone? You can't do anything sitting here. The academy is the only place where you can get information about him.” “There's no way Sheena will revoke my suspension…” “So are you giving up on revenge?” “What? No.” He sighs, his palm slicking back his gray hair. “I told you a million times to stay away from the other students in the academy but you never listened, and even got yourself engaged to Jay Manchester.”