Novel & Cerita Thea Hail Age

Thea "Thea honey hurries up we're going to be late if you're not going down now. Thea!" My mom shouted from downstairs. Today is my seventeen birthday. Me, my mom and my dad are going to have a special dinner that my parents already prepared for tonight. I can't help it but feel so excited. I think this is going to be the best birthday ever. I wear the dress that my mom bought for me yesterday with my dad. It's a really nice dress that falls to my knees and also it's a long sleeve. It just so fit me. I put my hair into a ponytail and then rush out from my room.

But before she could reach the gate, a loud, cheerful voice called out behind her. “Sister Ophelia!” Ophelia froze and turned slowly to see Theo Gray, the youngest of the Gray family, jogging toward her with a bright grin on his face. The fifteen-year-old wrapped his arms around her in a quick eager hug. She was momentarily stunned, then offered a faint smile. He still had that boyish charm—warm eyes, messy brown hair, and an almost angelic innocence that mirrored Alexander’s youth. It made her chest twist. “I missed you,” he said with a pout. “You haven’t visited in so long.”

The slaves began to file out, their faces pale with fear. But Thea didn't move. She stood frozen, her heart hammering, Orion's name on her lips. That look - that desperate look - had been meant for her. Not for his warriors. Not for his pack. Her. The collared slave at the back of the hall. The Athena he'd broken and used and dismissed. Why? Jessa tugged at her sleeve. "Thea - we need to go. The guards will start clearing the hall soon." But Thea didn't move. Her mind was spinning, trying to make sense of what she'd seen. Cain, the hollow shell of a man, searching for her among the crowd. It made no sense. It was terrifying. And yet -

Mia’s POV The underwater base had settled into something resembling normalcy, though "normal" for us meant twenty-three children learning, growing, and occasionally unlocking restricted systems with their emerging abilities. Theo and Elias, thirteen now, led the older group in strategy simulations that looked suspiciously like real tactical planning. Seraphina and Aurora, eleven, had begun questioning the historical archives we provided, piecing together fragments of the bloodline war we had tried to soften for them. Hope, six years old, moved through the corridors with an eerie grace, her enhancements fully awake. The younger ones brought pure chaos and joy.

"Mom would be so proud." "Thelma would say I'm too stubborn to die on schedule." Catherine laughed. "True. You always were stubborn." Dora approached next. Eighty-one, fully retired now, surrounded by grandchildren. "Happy birthday, Riley. You've outlived most of us." "Not by choice. I keep trying to retire but history keeps happening." "That's because you're part of history. You don't get to stop documenting your own story." Thea arrived with Unity. Fifty years old now, Thea barely showed her age. Cosmic nature kept her young. But her eyes held the weight of half a century preparing for war.

Aurelia was frowning now, looking between all of them. “That’s not even recent,” Theo said, calm but direct. “That was years ago.When I was 6 only..That’s my cousin. She passed away.” Silence. Silea’s face fell. “I—what?” “She had cancer,” Theo added. “We spent a lot of time together. She was more like a sister to me. And that photo? That was the last one we took together before she passed away.. "

And then it clicked. “Are you Rebecca Milestones?” Thea's eyes widened. She was one of the best models of her time before she decided to take a break from her work. No one knows the reason though. Rebecca smiled, feeling welcomed at the girl's comment. “You bet I am,” she smirked before getting up with the papers that had fallen out of her hands while Thea helped to hand her over the rest of them. “Wow. Amazing. I'm a huge fan.” “Why thank you. You are really pretty.” Thea couldn't believe her ears. Rebecca Milestones, one of the prettiest women on earth, had complimented her? Was she really not dreaming?

, and "Reaching the Pinnacle of Hopelessness" [Emotional Damage Rating: Catastrophic] [Angst Points: +8] [Thea's Current Progress: 99/100] Thea was at 99 points, lacking only one point.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

If Thea chose to leave all her revenge and get out of Wilkess, she could live well for a long time. She is now nineteen years old. Without titles. And without a partner. This was her eighth summer at the Wilkess residence. Thea decided to leave the Black Eagle after two years torture. Her ten years were spent swinging all kinds of weapons. Thea even forgot the last time she went to choose a dress leisurely. Her eyes turned to the street. Maybe, it was the perfect time for leave. This thought had existed since she first set foot in the Blake residence. But strangely, her heart felt heavy every time she thought about it.