Novel & Cerita Umbrella Academy Number 8

With that said, the Alpha went back to his seat and Instructor Ash came forward. He started calling our names and our numbers. My number was 189, because I registered very late. Bianca was 67 and Natalia was 34. The first person was a dainty girl, she went to the arena and picked a tag, she then handed it to Instructor Ash. "Number 1 will fight with number 80." The number 80 was a muscular guy of about 1,90 height, his muscles were thick and strong and when he entered the arena, my lips twitched at the contrast between the two. One was short and small while the other was tall and muscular.

It was supposed to look abandoned to keep curious humans away but that never works, so the entire school is under a cloaking spell of some kind. I let out a defeated sigh and make sure my hoodie is pulled over my face, before trudging along the walkway into the academy. As I enter, my eyes catch sight of white and black feathers. Tears fill my eyes and my hand flies over my mouth to stifle a sob. Julie quickly rushes to comfort me. She puts her arms around me, careful to not touch my back. She shushes me quietly, and I try to stop the tears from escaping. "It's alright Luciana, everything will be fine—they’re just like you," she says in my ear. "No they're not, they have wings."

Bisola began to laugh unnecessarily. The previous Eight day was the best day of her entire life, because everything about her life changed completely during the past Eight day, her life took a total turned from just an Orphan to someone who found Love, and also about to became an Entrepreneur. Bisola smiled again and looked up in the air.

"This is insane." Sera's whisper barely carried over the sound of her own heartbeat. "We're going to get expelled before I've even finished my first month." "We're not going to get caught." Oren moved ahead of her through the dark corridor, quick and sure despite his age, robes barely making a sound against the stone. "I've been walking this academy longer than most of its current masters have been alive. I know which guards nap at which hour, and which doors have locks that only look like locks."

I turn around after pushing the button. Looking out the window, I see whole sections of the academy's outer courtyard opening and tall white towers coming from the ground. A spark starts at one tower before jumping to the next and then to the next. In only a few seconds, thousands of sparks jump from tower to tower, circling the academy. A few seconds later, beams of light shoot up from the towers and meet in the sky. They all collide before quickly falling back down and covering the whole academy. "The shield is up," I say. "Yellow Sun Academy is safe."

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Elara’s thumb brushed the edge of the phone as she offered it again. “All our numbers are already in it. Real numbers. Not the tracked, monitored, school-issued ones. And there’s a group chat set up. Just us. No Fang. No board alerts. No administration backdoors.” Nico took the phone slowly. It felt light. Cheap. Ordinary. Exactly what he’d wanted. Elara’s voice dropped lower—meant only for him.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

“Rain! You’re going to be late!” Emma Miller called from downstairs. Rain was standing in front of her full body length mirror in her bedroom, realizing that today was going to her first day at The Academy to become a guardian. She was given a black and red uniform with combat boots after she was accepted into the Guardianship program at the Shadow Academy. When she put on her uniform, she felt proud and determined to become one of the Shadow Pack’s best warriors. She knew it would require structure and dedication, both qualities that Rain developed as a child. One thing she was proud of about herself was that she always was quick to learn new tasks. She stared at herself in her mirror and k