She Knows Theory Novels & Stories

Do you need a bed partner so badly that you’d exploit that girl, huh? “I-if you two are really close. Prove it. Because I’m sure the council will keep haunting and blocking your path if they find out you and Ale are seen together just to regain control of the Night Hunter Pack.” Kyle frowned as if wondering what the girl knew. Yet, she was like Jeremiah—she seemed to know everything. “How do you know?” Kyle asked; squinting his eyes. Theana smirked. “Let’s just say I’m one of them,” she replied. Noway! She was too open to be considered part of the council. “What are you going to do, Kyle?”

he finished quietly, no trace of sarcasm or irony in his voice now, just a touch of sadness, and, if he admitted it . Defeat. Resignation. “Yes!” Ned finger-snapped-pointed again. “Exactly. It’s like she knows things, like she’s got access to the secrets of life or mystical knowledge or something.” Bradley smiled, almost genuinely. “She teaches mythology, Ned. ‘Mystical knowledge’ is her thing.”

“Until they win.” The confidence intrigued me. “Your certainty is unsupported by data.” “Your data is incomplete.” I paused. That statement contained potential. “Incomplete?” I repeated. “Yes.” “Clarify.” “You observe emotions,” she said. “But you don’t feel them.” “Correct.” “So you don’t understand them.” “Understanding does not require participation.” “It does for this,” she said quietly. Her voice softened suddenly. “Kieran understands.” Inside the core, his signal flared again.

She moves over to me and wraps her arms around my waist, leaning her body weight heavily. “Wanna tell me about it, Pocket?” I wrap my arms around her in return and kiss the top of her head. She pulls back and looks at me with wide, surprised eyes. “Can you believe I had to correct my organic chem professor on kinetic molecular theory? She couldn’t remember that average kinetic energy is based on temperature. And I’m pretty sure some of our study group still doesn’t understand MO theory. That’s like… molecular chemistry one oh one.” I hoist her up on the counter and hand her the glass of juice. “You know, if you keep fixing your professor’s mistakes, maybe you’ll have her job one day.”