Henry’s POV After sharing a steamy moment with Ivory, she returned to meet her friend, keeping our relationship private for security reasons. I only confided in Liam about my relationship with Ivory because I trusted him to keep my secret safe. As I walked down the hallway towards the first class of the day, I approached the corner where I needed to turn to reach the classroom. I spotted Liam and Alex coming out from a class on the left row, engaged in a lively chat. My ears couldn't help but catch snippets of their conversation, which revolved around none other than my supposed mate. I know announcing the rejection through the speaker is quite out of it but I don't want to care but hearing what Liam and Alex are saying makes me wonder how hurt it could be. Although I had decided not to care, but overhearing Liam and Alex made me ponder the potential hurt it might cause. Despite my vow not to be affected by her, a part of me felt the urge to apologize to her. I sensed a stirring w
Niylah's POV. Losing my virginity unexpectedly in a fleeting moment left me in disbelief. I anticipated Henry's contempt and avoidance, never imagining he could treat me this way. Losing my virginity in such an inappropriate setting, with someone I considered my enemy, was a shock. I feared Henry's reaction and wondered if this is how wicked he is. My body feels so weak, unable to move. I'm sitting on the floor, blood on my clothes, glaring at Henry. If I knew how to end his life right now, I'd do it. The tension between us is palpable. Henry sits with his head down, not looking up since he let go of me. Was he content after satisfying his desires? No one forced him to assault me. If I could escape, I'd sue him for assault without a second thought. But would anyone believe me? Do I have anyone to support me? Tears keep streaming down my face, soaking my clothes. It feels like we've been stuck like this for almost 8 hours. The thought of facing the outside world is daunting. Wha
HENRY’s POV. I don't know what came over me, why did I force myself on her? Why did I feel like I owned her an explanation? Why did I think I committed a great sin by sleeping with her? Why did I feel the need to protect her? Why did I believe my only response was to protect her? And most importantly, why did it feel like I had known her for a decade? I know myself, I despise her. I vowed to always keep my distance from her, but now I can't get her off my mind. It's so crazy, right? Walking through the alley, heading straight to where I parked my car, I wanted to forget about her, even just for a minute. I wanted to go back to my old self. But no matter how hard I tried, I ended up inhaling loudly, feeling frustrated. Getting inside my car, slamming the door hard, my phone rang. I took it out to check the caller, and it was Liam. I inhaled before sliding the green button. "Where are you?" He asked through the speaker. "Still at school, but I'll be home soon," I replied with a slo
NIYLAH’s POV. I wonder what's going on with him, acting all lovey-dovey after forcing himself on me. I know I'm acting too cool, but what can I really do? Should I call the police? Or maybe go to the station with this clothes as evidence to prove my innocence. Just the thought of it lifts my spirits. I might seem helpless now, but I know there's evidence with the cloth on my neck. But wait, I don't even know which police station to go to. Standing in the middle of the road, scanning back and forth as if I'm expecting someone. "There you are," I hear from behind, and I quickly turn around. "Jack!" I call out as I see him, a wave of fear washing over me. I start walking backward as he moves closer, a wicked smile on his face. I can sense something sinister in his eyes. "You can't escape from me, you know," he says, as his hand grips my waist and pulls me closer, our chests meeting, and our eyes locking. I struggled, “Let go of me,” I said, attempting to break free, but his grip was
His words took my breath away, and I couldn't help but wonder, was he speaking the truth? Could he truly hear my thoughts? "You're joking, right?" I managed a smile as he took a step closer, our chests almost touching. I could hear his heart racing - was it because of me? "Being near you allows me to hear your thoughts, especially that night... the black mask," he explained. Memories of our first meeting flooded back, but I struggled to grasp his intentions. "I heard your mind that night, which led me to you when you needed help. I only wanted to listen to your heart, but I found you unconscious. That's why I want to stay close, to understand and hear your thoughts," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. I took a step back, my head spinning as I gazed at him in disbelief. "Don't be surprised, kitty," he said, ruffling my hair before turning to face Alexandra, who seemed intrigued but unable to decipher our unspoken connection. She gave me a sharp look, her lips pouted,
My gaze wandered around the room, and the only person who caught my eye was Henry. I never expected him to be there, out of everyone. As they bombarded me with questions, I realized for the first time that people cared about me. Besides my family, they genuinely cared. It was a new experience for me to see people showing concern. "I'm okay, but... who are all of you?" I asked, taking them by surprise. I knew my question would throw them off guard. "What do you mean?" Alexandra inquired, and her expression made me burst out laughing. They all let out a relieved sigh. Did they really think I had amnesia? Could a simple stone to the head erase my memory? “Why would you joke like that? Do you know how worried we were?” Liam scolded, lightly slapping my arm. I winced, sitting down on the bed. Alexandra sat beside me, gently rubbing my back. "I'm sorry, this is my fault," she admitted, her face contorted in anger. "I'll deal with him tomorrow, I promise," she vowed through clenched te
Henry’s POV. I climbed into the car, feeling the weight of loneliness settling in. It's strange how being alone usually feels comforting, but today, it's just not the same. The reply she gave me at the hospital hit me hard. I was only trying to understand her feelings, and her response felt like a stab in the back. Today has been dragging on, each moment feeling heavier than the last. I can't help but think I'll regret every single decision I made. From turning her down to pushing myself on her, from walking into the hospital to asking about her, every step feels like a misstep. As I let out a soft breath, the loneliness wraps around me like a heavy blanket. Even my best friend seems to have drifted away to her. I can't shake off the feeling of how hard it's going to be to fall asleep tonight. The memories of the hospital and every scent I endured keep replaying in my mind, making the loneliness even more palpable. I started the car, and my heart skipped a beat when someone opene
"I'm dead serious. I freaking love you!!!" She screamed, causing me to step on the brake and the car to stop moving. With wide eyes, I turned to her, and she smiled wickedly before moving closer, and in that instant, her lips crashed onto mine. **** I couldn't believe what just happened. My heart was racing, my mind spinning with confusion. Xandra, my supposed sister, had just kissed me out of nowhere. It was like a bolt of lightning, electrifying and shocking. I pushed her away, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What the heck, Xandra?" I shouted, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and hurt. "You're my sister! What were you thinking?" Xandra's response was not what I expected. Instead of apologizing or explaining herself, she burst into laughter. It was a laugh that sent chills down my spine, a laugh that seemed to come from a dark and twisted place. It echoed through the car, bouncing off the Glass like the cackle of a crazy witch. I couldn't comprehe