"We are traveling in a bus?" I hear myself say and gape at the horrendous bus in front of us.
"Yeah. Isn't that cool?" Tessa grins. "We would all be together." She claps.
"Tessa, would you sit beside me?" Peter asks.
"No way, Peter Pan! She's sitting with me." I say and hold her hand.
"Omg! I doubted you two had a thing." Jessica clicks her tongue. Her two minions gasp dramatically behind her. What a shit show!
"No." I grimace. "I want to sit beside my friend, that's all."
"Oh really? But she isn't your rag doll,is she? Did you ask her whom she wants to sit with before you 'declared' your decision upon her and poor Peter."
I narrow my eyes and whirl my head at Tessa who stands cluelessly. "I don't need to ask her! She is my best friend. She would always want to sit with me! Right,Tes
"Horns! Horns!" Alex screams as he points his hand at me and I nod my head. They got the horns but how do I explain the whole thing? I move my hands on my back to show wings."Wings! H-huge ones!" Tessa shouts this time. "But something with horns and wings...an unicorn!"I nod my head sideways. Then I gesture as the wings are broken. "Uh? Chopped wings?" Peter says this time and I nod my head in positive. At least this guy is not completely useless for the record."Boo! You guys! We don't have all day." Tristian says in between and I snort at him, while he winks back at me.What should I show next? They should understand what I mean by chopped wings and horn. "Wait! Chopped wings and horns on head. Who has that?" Alex puts a finger on his lips while his eyes stay upward in thought."Um... maybe... Lucifer?" Branson mumbles, straightenin
"Aurora! Aurora! Wait!" His voice comes from behind me, so I pace up my walk to get out of his sight. I don't know how one gets out of sight from an Alpha, especially a royal Bloodline one, but the last thing I want is for him to watch me breakdown because of what he said to me.Yes, his words hurt me! More than I thought they would. And I thought that it wouldn't be that bad. But it feels like someone tore my dress into shreds. Like the day my cousins ruined the dresses I made for them. I was only eight at that time. I had pulled out some fabrics to create something for my cousins for the night of Halloween. I wanted to impress them. So, I put day and night in creating ghost attires. And the next day, when I gifted them…"What is this?" Mia shouted, looking at the pumpkin dress I made for her. "Are you seriously expecting me to wear this?" Her green eyes shot daggers at the short-heighted me as I hid behind my mot
"How can I come clear to you?" Tristian asks and all I let out of my mouth is air. Like shit! What am I going to say? And why is he apologising? Though it's not a bad thing,still the way he says things puts me in a trance."I—umm—" think,think! My attention averts towards Tessa who's laughing at something I guess Peter said. Maybe a joke. I sighed. She really looks happy with him. Maybe that's why she chose him over me. Nobody really stays happy with me for long. I look down at my shoes. "Whatever. You don't have to come clear." I mumble, my hopes drowning in the ocean of sadness. Maybe I should just give up on everything. I don't look at him and walk away in silence."Hey, what's wrong?" He still catches up with me. Argh!"Nothing." I keep walking, looking ahead at the group of students following the professors. They say a lot of things, but it feels like the whole world is on
The buzzing sound of my alarm wakes me up from my dreamless sleep. I wake up and grunt about the destruction of alarms and then remind myself that I was the one to set the alarm in the first place. "Great!" I push away the bedsheet. Tessa's snore reaches my ears as she sleeps like the dead. Nothing can wake her up at this point. And I don't need to.I smile to myself and hop out of the bed. Today is a weekday but the professors thought to give us an off day to catch up with the tour fatigue. And I have so much fatigue that it made me wake up early. Or maybe it's not the fatigue but a charming man who told me that we will be training today. Every freetime is a useful time and shouldn't be wasted. I would have opposed it but it's the only chance I will get to hangout with him. And I don't leave opportunities. Especially when it comes to winning the next bi-weekly contest which is just a week away.I brush my teeth, si
Tristian takes me inside the chapel. The interior looks nothing like the exterior. Quite obvious that I never stepped inside it because the day of the contest, I passed out a few steps away from the Chapel. Though I don't really mind the circumstance right now because if I would have known how it looks,then I can't enjoy this moment where he explains to me about the chapel. "This is one of the oldest monuments of this academy. There was no building when it was first formed and all the classes were taken inside the chapel." He says, his eyes focused on the raised platform where the sculpture of a woman stands with different sculpted hard shapes encircling her. Actually,they pretty much look like the different shapes taken from a circle. There is a half circle,full circle, three-quarter circle. Oh, now I get it. "The phases of the moon." He looks at me and smiles,as if reading my thoughts. The ceiling walls of th
The corridor remains silent as mom enters dad's office and doesn't recognise me standing in front of the doors. That's when I know it's my imagination. Otherwise everything looks and feels so real. As if I was here yesterday.And I remember the day I was actually here. I was twelve years old, running through the house, playing hide and seek with my nanny. I chose dad's office to hide but then I remembered that he strictly told me to not enter his office without his permission. So I hid behind those red curtains on the window beside the double doors."I wanted to tell you something." I hear mom's voice through the door. It's impractically loud, as if someone put a speaker on the wall that conveys all the conversations here."What?" The heavy,dense voice of my dad still shakes me.There is a moment of silence. I'm sure mom's hesitating to say something. Maybe I kno
I swing my legs in a to and fro motion as we sit on the bench in front of Lake. Yes, the same lake where I met him the first time."How do you feel?" Tristian asks, his head now tilted at me."I don't know. My parents were literally going to kill me with their words in the dream." I say as I look at my legs. After I woke up, my entire body was drenched in sweat. I kind of wanted to take a shower to clean out all my thoughts. But I wanted to waste this moment with him.He exhales. "It was just a dream, Aurora. It was your subconscious talking. Your worst fears lashed out on you.""Yeah." I mumble. "But it hurts.""I know. The first day I tried it, I wanted to kill myself." He says and I whirl my head at him."Oh my—was it that bad?""Yeah. At least it was bad for the ten year old me."
I stare at him blankly. "You know? You know what my passion is???" I push on the word 'passion.'"Yup." Tristian says and smiles."Then what are you waiting for? Tell me!" I jump up from the bench."It's not that simple, Barbie doll. If I tell you it won't make any sense to you. You need to figure it out yourself." He holds my shoulder."Ugh!—Seriously? Why does everyone keep telling me that?" I grunt and walk around the bench impatiently.He chuckles at my behavior. "Calm down, Barbie doll. It's not that hard. Passion is something that simply makes you happy and helps you escape your pain through doing something that doesn't harm you. It makes you forget your pain and you just feel it in that moment."I stop and whip my head at him. "Yeah, but how am I supposed to figure that out?"
Hello beautiful readers. Finally we come to the end of this journey. I'm grateful to you all for being with me through it and giving your love to Tristian and Aurora. I apologise for the mistakes I have made. I will definitely edit this story to make it even better. Though this is not the end of my journey here. I would be sticking around, writing more books. If you enjoy werewolf stories, then check out my latest book "Chased By The Dark Alpha". Last but not the least, it would be great if you leave a small message on how your reading experience has been in the reviews. I would be eager to read them. Thank you once again for sticking around. Love you all. ~Pixie
Another two months pass by and things slowly get back to normal. I learned that after the attack, something was found inside Simon that put him into paralysis. I know that it was my wave. Tristian told me that the Shadow Society placed the blame on him, saying that he was responsible for not taking care of the academy well,but later reasoning made it clear that Simon was the headmaster of the Academy for a very long time. He killed the founder, making it look like an accident and then played his cards to capture the Academy. And the Shadow Society was the one who granted his request to be the headmaster of the Academy. Which means that it was their fault,not Tristian's. Rather he was investigating this case for a very long time and wanted to throw off Simon from his position,but no matter what he did, Simon proved to be not guilty and the Shadow Society rather supported Simon.So, the decision was made that due to the poor reasoning skills of
A bright light sets upon my vision, making me go blind. Well, who said only darkness can make you blind? I would like to change that theory. For a moment, I feel nothing except a strange warmness flooding through my body and mind. After the battle, I remember his face. Perfectly chiseled, a part of it shadowed by the darkness and those baby blue eyes glistening. So beautiful. I wish I could touch him again. Alas, I have to wait in heaven for that. Wait! Heaven? Am I in heaven or was I sent to hell? But if I am supposed to be dead, should I be even having these thoughts?"Aurie! Aurie!" My mother's voice booms out from the white space. Mom? She is here? "Look, she is showing movement. Doctor!" The doctor is also in heaven-slash-hell? And who is showing movement?The warmness that spread throughout my entire rises in temperature,going from comfortable to hot. Bloody hell! What is happening? I am surely in hell. I can'
I open my eyes to find Simon on the other side, looking up at me. Yes! I have finally turned!!! Sia! Now it is upto you! Sia gives out a loud growl and lunges forward, crashing with the wall. Simon has moved away and attacks from above. I now understand his speed, so Sia moves away just at the right time. But, his movements are still fast and they are getting faster with time. Time! I don't have time. If I strain this too long, Sia will eventually fall. I have to do something. Think, think.Something stabs Sias's body and we both grunt in pain as the thing pierces our inner muscles. What the—another hit comes from the front, but Sia dodges it and goes straight for Simon's body, and gives him a blow like a bull. The impact throws him at the other end of the tunnel. Sia, it's alright. Calm down. We have tolerated much more than this. She tilts her head and takes out the staff Simon stabbed us with. She throws it away, and blood star
Screams are heard from everywhere as people run around in fear and the smoke covers everything. Smoke from the bombast. The blast happened through one of the corners of the room but it is hard to tell that from where exactly. The moment the fire started spreading, the horrific sight of a few people going unconscious terrorised me and without having a second thought, I ran for their rescue. Tristian called a few times, but his voice faded away and mingled with the screams that were still coming through the fog, piercing my ears. The students are still scared, I can tell. Even I am too. Who thought something like this would happen? I don't have any doubts on Tristian's security setting, but the problem is the attack happened from the inside and not outside. Which is not possible,until someone led this attack inside.I kneel down to check on the bodies lying on the floor. There is one male student, probably a witch lying unconscious. Oh MoonGod,
We step into the dance floor as per the plan. We stay close to them and I do my best to not look at him. Yet I can feel his stare on me. Breathe, breathe! Alex holds me by the shoulder and his other hand holds my hand. We start moving with the music slowly and get the grip of the dance."I can't be thankful enough to you. I can't imagine what you are going through or have been going through for so long." I say with every inch of genuineness in my voice."You are like this only, Aurora. You become tough in front of other people,but you forget to defend yourself when you are with your loved ones. It should be me thanking you. You were there for me from the beginning even though I was a man and someone opposite to your species type. I took the time to realise that you did so much for me and all I did was be selfish and take the essence of the friendship away from you. Yeah, it is tough, but love is all about sacrificin
I sit on the washroom floor and pull out my mask. Tears stream down my eyes like the dams of a river, probably messing with my makeup. I put so much more attention into it while doing it so that—so that when he sees me, he finds me beautiful. But right now, he has already moved on from me. So quickly. And that is no other than Jessica! My frustration would have been the same if it was any other woman, but still. I thought things were better between us after the incident. Yet nothing changed for her. She still has her eyes on him and now her wish has come true. While I...I weep on the floor reflecting on what a failure I am. I guess my dad was right. I am never good enough for anyone.I should go back to my home, apologize to him and take in the fate that I have. Atleast, it will be good enough if I marry some other Alpha and then show him in front of Tristian. He will understand the meaning of jealousy then. Yes! He will be so jealous!&
"Ugh!!!" I throw the last dress on the floor, frustrated by the less amount of choices I have. Why don't I have a good dress at all? Am I poor for now? After Peter told me about Tristian's past yesterday, he gave me an idea that can work. The ball is a great way for people to come together and if I can steal the show with my appearance then maybe I would be able to get close to him. But there is no good dress for that!"I think you should wear the dress you designed for me." Tessa says, putting the dresses back to their respective hangers."No, Tess. I made that for you.""But it's beautiful and you need it more right now!" She counters. She knows about Peter's plan because she is his girlfriend right now. And they together came up with the plan to go for a triple date at the ball. Yes, that is a thing too. Peter, Tessa and I. Like the sausage in the middle of the hot dog buns. It sounds so weir
I hold the bedsheet and clutch it between the suppression of my fingers while my eyes stream down tears. It has almost made the bed wet. Tessa is in the auditorium hall, working in my place to manage everything. After she saw my condition,she tried soothing my nerves, but I was in no mood to go back to my usual self. She understood that and told me to rest while she handled it. I'm sorry Tessa, for judging you. I thought she has stopped liking me because she is with Peter. But I was so fucking wrong! She was there for me from the beginning and what was I doing? Judging her and her choices. I cry more, my hair strands thrown apart in the bed. Even Sia is silent and sad. I could feel Ash's pain when Tristian was saying those things to me.How could I do this to him? Maybe, Jessica was right. I don't deserve him. I am too much for him. He deserves a nice woman who won't—wont break his trust! Won't break it! Which I did! Even after he told