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"Not amused. What would you like to have? I'll order for it," "Another cup of coffee; no sugar, no creme," Shola replied, her eyes not moving away from the book she was reading. Solano just stared at her, amused. He ripped the book from her hand and moved a few feet away from the bed, "Why are you reading a cheesy romance novel?" He waved the book playfully in the air. "Uhh, because I'm bored and not willing to die from it. Give me back my book Solano," "Am not stopping you from getting it, now am I?" He grinned maliciously,

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"Zane wants the book tomorrow." I smiled evily and tucked the vial away. "Then we better set this plan into motion. I won't wait any longer to get my revenge and Zane can get his dumb book. We strike tomorrow morning."

Zane flushed, realized he’d made noise in front of literally everyone important, and then, to his credit, did not back down. He squared his shoulders. “No,” he said again, louder. “No one’s taking her blood to feed to a hole in the world. I don’t care what ‘old book says.’” Melody blinked. Heather smiled slowly. “Ohhhh,” she whispered, delighted. “Zane. I did not know you had a spine. I like you now.” Zane scowled. “I’ve always had a spine.” “You’ve always had a pretty spine,” Heather corrected. “This is new. I’m proud. Continue.”

“You must be confusing me for someone noble.” “I’m not,” she said. “But you hate him, that much is obvious.” His smile vanished. Something colder settled in his expression. “What I hate is how he always wins. Every time. No matter the body count.” “Then give me something I can use.” Zane was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, “There’s a way, but you won’t like it.” “What is it?” He stepped in close again, too close. His fingers reached out, brushing the top of the file folder. “You want leverage? Information? Access? That’s not free.”

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓. Zane 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 �

Zane said. "There is no such book and I am not saying that you should not use it, all I am saying is that before you start using it, you need to learn the art properly and stop looking like a constipated puppy so that you would not scare people away. I got scared for a moment when your eyes starting blinking nonstop so I thought something got stuck in there and the first thing that came to my mind was to call a doctor," Shirley said in a fake serious voice then she snatched her phone back from Zane's hand.

Amelia’s POV “Hey,” Zane yelled loudly and I took off my ear pods that I was wearing and looked at him. He was looking hot as fuck in his black denim and blue shirt. His hair slightly tousled and I fought the urge to run my hair through them. “Oh, Hi!” I breathed out with a smitten smile. “I just wanted to know if you’d be free today?” he asked and my breath caught up. “What for?” I asked, carefully. “Well, we haven’t completed the assignment that Mrs. Gomez gave us,” he reminded me.

she blurted, eyes wide. Zane raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say you were.” “You’re thinking it.” A slow grin crept onto his face. “Now I am.” Maya cursed under her breath and snatched the last book from his hand. “This school is a nightmare.” Zane leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “It’s entertaining, if you don’t take it too seriously.” “I don’t want to be part of the entertainment,” she snapped, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Something they enjoyed exploiting. "Practice fields?" Micah asked, his voice loose. Ash nodded, his gaze sweeping over the hallway. It was wolf sniffing its quarry. His eyes rested on me. I tried to disappear, but that didn't work. He had found me. “Look what the wolf dragged in,” Zane Valez said, his signature smirk already in place. He was leaning against the wall, a picture of nonchalant cruelty. “Little Rhea Mooncrest, still clinging to those dusty books. What’s that you’re reading? ‘How to Get a Mate When No One Wants You’?”