LOGINThe atmosphere in Zayn’s cubicle was heavy as hell. Katrina sat on the chair opposite to him, crossing her legs and tapping her heels like she was doing us a huge favor by just being present. I leaned against Zayn’s desk, looking back and forth between them."So," Katrina started, rolling her eyes. "The hot professor is also part of this God of Death drama? Wow, what a crazy small world."Zayn didn’t laugh. He took off his specs and rubbed his eyes like he had a massive headache coming on. "Katrina, this isn't funny. What you felt at the clock tower, and what Cassandra felt... it’s all connected.""Connected to what? Some creepy entity that loves killing people?" she muttered, adjusting her top."We think we are some kind of messengers," I blurted out, throwing my hands in the air. "Or at least, that’s what this whole shit is pointing to. But the more we talk about it, the worse it gets. It literally feeds off our attention.""Exactly," Zayn added, looking dead serious at both of
Where is this even going? This was supposed to be a simple reverse harem story for me. But look at what I have been doing ever since I got involved in this God of Death nonsense.I did not reveal anything to her other than the feeling I get and that I can sense the same entity sitting on my shoulders. Katrina's eyes went wide, her lips parting in shock. She could not believe I could describe the entity in such vivid detail."As long as you don't think about it, it won't come to you. Or at least that's what I've been doing for the past few weeks," I said."This shit is crazy," she murmured. "Cassandra, what the fuck is going on in this world? Is this some big project that the drug companies are playing—you know, like mind games for new drugs?"I laughed out loud. "Oh, I wish. That would be so much better now, wouldnt it? But this is our reality, Katrina. You have to accept it. And again, let me tell you, do not think about that thing. Do not—and I mean absolutely do not—think about the
Flickering lights and a table that screamed your past life—this was not the kind of meeting I was expecting today. Maybe this place was a famous location. No, it couldn't be. There were hundreds along this line. Why did Katrina choose this one specifically? My mind was exploding.I waited for two minutes before the girl in hideous clothes walked in. My shoulders slumped as a teasing smirk formed on my face."Oh, fuck you," I said, standing up as she approached me with a similar smirk."What's wrong with my dress? Are you gettin' turned on?" she asked.I rolled my eyes and sat back down, shaking my head. "I do NOT slide that way. Don't worry.""Don't worry, I don't want you to slide that way either. I'm into dicks," she replied.Chuckling at her ridiculousness, I slowly dropped my smile. "So, why did you want me here? What was so important that you had to bunk your clubbing classes and come here?"Katrina looked down at her feet, the same way she had in the morning. For some reason, sh
I felt sick to my stomach. The dread as I woke up was unbearable. Even with Zayn right by my side, I knew sleeping would be difficult. It had been a week since I started going to college again, doing everything I could to distract myself. But this dread—oh, it was not going to leave me anytime soon."Hey, loser," someone said, patting my back.I almost crashed into my desk, saved only by my elbows resting on the wood beneath me."Still thinking about that incident, huh?" She folded her arms over her chest.I looked at Katrina and thought about the incident all over again, shaking my head. Although Katrina knew I was lying, she rolled her eyes in exhaustion."You need to move on. People have been through weirder, worse stuff. Concentrate on the competition. Why is my rival being such a baby?"Somehow, that pissed me off. I slammed my hands on the desk and pushed myself up to stand."Enough, Katrina! You have been taunting me about this since the day I came back. It is NOT easy, okay? W
News spreads fast. I was on the brink of slumber when I heard my phone go off. My first instinct was to ignore it, but the messages kept popping up. With a sigh, I peeled myself away from Zayn, who was already fast asleep, and checked my phone. To my awful surprise, it was Katrina.[Hey, are you okay? I saw the news.] she texted.I was shocked beyond measure by the concern from my own rival. Was this really happening? The surprising part was that Mark was still typing, even though Katrina's message had come an hour before.[I'm okay. How did you know?] I texted back.[You are all over the news, idiot. Of course I would know.][Right...] I texted back.Just then, Mark's message popped up on the screen. [Oh my God, is everyone there okay? I heard there are no casualties, but we all know how much it affects your head. Are you all okay?] The concern from both my new friend and my rival brought a smile to my lips. [Mom is a bit too shaken because all of her pieces have been burned...like,
The day was transitioning to evening, and the coldness of the night began setting in after 8pm."Mom, can I sleep with Zayn in his room today? I think you need Alex's company as well. Only if you want me to," I said to Mom.She thought for a second and nodded slowly. I informed Zayn and Uncle Alex. Alex was slightly euphoric to keep my mom company, which was exactly what I wanted.As I walked into the other room after shifting our luggage, I instantly collapsed beside Zayn. He took me under the sheets, tucked me in, and wrapped his protective arm around me. I could finally shut my eyes in peace, but the flashes of the fire exploding right above us haunted me every time I blinked.Zayn could hear my heartbeat. His warm arm pulled me closer to his chest as I looked up at his handsome face."I know you're thinking about the incident," he said, taking his glasses off and placing the pair on the nightstand."Does the god of death want







