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“Of course. If you sat with me, no one will dare touch you.” Zayne said and pulled her along.‘He really is inviting me to eat with him! Me! Why? Isn’t he the same person that always couldn’t wait for us to go our separate way? How did he suddenly change his mind overnight?’ Layla thought as her mind reeled to the conversation they had because of the previous day. ‘Did what I say really hit him more than I thought? Is this his way of trying to show me that he wasn’t going to be mean to—’“Layla? Are you in there?” He asked, waving his hand in her face, and she snapped out of her thoughts.“Uh… um… sorry I zoned out.” She mumbled.“Sit.” He gestured to the table, and she sat opposite him as he did. Small gasps rose in the air, and the murmurs grew louder.‘Ignore them. Ignore them.’ She told herself as she dropped her bag and stared at the crisp, beautiful tablecloth.Two waiters were beside her before she could speak, took their orders, and left as swiftly as they had come.‘I really
“So what are you going to do about Nyssa?” Layla asked as the waiter dropped a plate of waffles and a cup of hot chocolate before her.“Why do I have to do anything about her?” Zayne replied, digging into his breakfast of avocado toast.“Are you really cutting her off?” She specified, picking her fork and knife and poking at the blueberry toppings.“Why not? She tried to hurt you and doesn’t respect my boundaries.”“That’s kind of harsh.” She whispered. She might not have liked Nyssa, but if she were in her shoes, she would have felt crushed too.“Why?” He blinked, dropping his own fork and knife, and stared at her.“Because it seems like you led her on, only to drop her when you were tired with her. It’s really sad.” She sighed, picking up her cup and taking a little sip of the chocolate. Her stomach and tongue danced to the wonderful rich taste, and she took a larger gulp.“How did I lead her on? I didn’t promise her anything, nor did I hint about getting into a relationship with he
‘They made it worse?!’ Layla frowned, staring at her desk.69,850Just like the previous day and the day before that, she had come to her seat only to meet her desk cover with cuss words written on it. The words ‘monster,' ‘slut,’ and ‘whore’ were the most prominent insults. Before, it was just written with marker and ink, but it seemed someone had gotten the idea to carve it into the wood, making it impossible for her to get it off.Her classmates stifled their laughter behind her, not even bothering to hide that they were the ones. A particular set of eyes glared into her back, sending shivers through her. She didn’t dare look back, already knowing who they belonged to.Nyssa.After the drama that happened between Layla, Zayne, and her two days ago, Layla’s life was slowly spiralling into chaos. Nyssa was out to get her, and her method was playing cruel pranks and using bully tactics on her. The snake in her locker was the cruellest Layla had experienced, and she feared for the worst
‘My blood?’ Layla blinked as her heart rate sped up. ‘He wants my blood?! Why mine?! Is it because of me that he was reacting this way to the moon? Does it have something to do with the fact that he’s supposed to be my protector?’“I wasn’t supposed to say that. What’s wrong with me?” Alaric groaned, cringing at his slip-up as he ran his hand through his hair. “Forget what I just said. It was—”“You can take my blood.” She whispered. His entire body turned rigid, just like the air around them. It was like the world around them had frozen in time.“Don’t be silly, Layla.” He scolded; his voice was gruff but strained, like he was restricting himself from doing what he wanted.‘He really wants my blood, but he’s stopping himself.’ She thought, noticing his fingers digging into the side of the desk, denting and cracking the poor wood.“I don’t mind, Alaric. You can— I want you to take my blood.” She said, taking slow steps towards him as she rolled up her sleeves. Alaric didn’t move from
Layla jumped from her seat and was by Zayne’s side almost immediately, holding him from tripping on his feet.“Are you alright? Is anything wrong? Is there anything you need? Anything I can do?” She asked, confused on what to do.Her mind went to the only thing she could think of that was causing his sudden pain, the full moon. “Please take me to a chair.” He whispered, leaning on her a bit. Her legs trembled under the additional weight, but she swallowed back her complaint as she slowly led him.She set him on the nearest chair, and he relaxed against it.“Are you alright?” She asked again, watching him rub his temple. “Are you sick? Do you need medications or something? I could rush to the sick bay.”“I’m fine. It’s just the feeling—the effect of the full moon.” He grumbled and ran his fingers through it. She was right. It was the moon. It was affecting not just Alaric but him too.“I can’t believe I’m reacting this way to the moon. It’s so embarrassing.” Zayne huffed, opening his
`Moon Child.`Layla stiffened at the familiar, gentle, baritone voice that seemed to be whispered in her ear. She spun around, careful not to knock the blue vase she was dusting off its stand.Sleep disappeared for her silver eyes, and they darted across the room. It was empty, saved for the numerous vases and urns of different colours and shapes arranged about. As she had expected.It wasn’t the first, second, or third time she had had the experience that day. She had lost count of how many times she had heard the voice, but she always looked over her shoulder.Like she was waiting for someone.‘I just imagined it.’ She thought, biting her bottom lip and turning back to her dusting. ‘I’m so stressed and sleep deprived that I’m now imagining his voice during the day.’It was a mantra she kept telling her each time the voice came. An imagination. She was imagining the voice of one of the men she saw in her dreams as a way her overworked body was using to ease itself.She missed them. T
The man, Alaric, whose voice Layla had heard for two years in her dream, was standing right in front of her, holding her. Was she dreaming? Her heart, pounding like a drum, told her she wasn’t.He was there and wasn’t a normal man. He was a Supernatural. She had been dreaming about a Supernatural all along.“Layla.” Jonas coughed into his fist; his eyes narrowed at her, and hers widened. She stumbled away from the Alaric to the side of the door, creating enough space between them and bowing her head.‘Please let him not punish anyone because of that,’ she thought, fiddling with her fingers.“I’m Jonas Richardson, the owner of this home. Welcome to my humble abode, my Lord and Lady.” Jonas grinned, bowing so deeply that his back almost broke. Even the blind could see the childlike excitement glowing off of him.‘My Lord and Lady?’ Layla cringed at the obvious display of bootlicking but kept her lips shut.“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Alaric D’Arcy and this is Terra Geode.”“The pl
“Is it that you can’t or don’t want to?” Alaric asked, unfazed by Layla’s answer.“Well, um… Mr. Richardson’s won’t let me go because I still owe him a lot of money.” She explained.“What if I paid your debt, then? You would come with us, right?”“You can’t! That would be too generous of you.” She gaped. Why would he pay for her?“I don’t mind, and I’m sure the Headmaster won’t either.” He shrugged. “So if I do, will you? Or is there anything else holding you back?”“Well… I…” Layla bit her bottom lips as the words formed in her mouth. But she couldn’t say them. She averted her gaze from Alaric’s piercing ones and stared at the ground. The words were begging to come out, but could she say them? They were strangers, Supernaturals, and Terra seemed to dislike her. Would they care about what human maids were going through?“Terra, can you excuse us for a moment?” Alaric said.“But sir!”“Please, give me a few minutes with her.” His voice sounded like he was asking her for permission, but