The wind howled fiercely, causing everyone to exchange anxious glances. Amidst the tension, Thorian's gaze remained fixed on Garrick's hand, which rested on Ashley's, igniting a surge of anger within him. Reacting swiftly, Thorian sprinted towards them, forcefully pushing Garrick away with such velocity that he was propelled into the water. The brewing drama caught Rolf's attention, prompting him to yell out, "Thorian!" before rushing towards the scene.Unfazed by Rolf's cries, Thorian gently tapped Ashley's cheek, his voice commanding yet laced with a hint of desperation as he pleaded, "Hey, wake up." Meanwhile, the rest of the boys hurried to join them, their footsteps echoing in the air. Nash, gripping Rolf's shoulder, inquired urgently, "Where is the boy Thorian pushed into the ocean?" Rolf, folding his arms and wearing a frown, retorted, "How am I supposed to know?" Nash facepalmed, frustration evident on his forehead, and questioned Rolf's purpose for yelling if he had no info
Thalia's heart pounded in her chest as she walked along the bustling school hallway. Unexpectedly, Fenrisa and Thalassa appeared in front of her, causing her to flinch ever so slightly. She instinctively placed a hand on her chest, trying to calm herself. "You guys scared me," Thalia admitted, her voice trembling with a mix of anxiety.Fenrisa and Thalassa exchanged glances, their surprise evident. They knew Thalia to be a resilient person who wasn't easily frightened. Thalassa couldn't help but inquire about her friend's state of nervousness. "Why, what's wrong?" she questioned earnestly.Before Thalia could respond, Fenrisa interjected with a teasing tone. "What did you do again, Thalia?" The words hung on the tip of Thalia's tongue as she turned to look at Fenrisa, giving her a deadpan glare for daring to address her by her full name. Thalia scoffed, a mixture of disbelief and amusement evident in her eyes. "Did you just call me Thalia?" she questioned, wanting to confirm if maybe
Thalia’s POV:I felt a surge of anger bubbling inside me as I prepared to give this guy, who I considered a complete loser, a lesson he wouldn't forget. However, just as I was about to unleash my fury, the door swung open wide, revealing Thorian and Ashley, hand in hand. Well, more accurately, it seemed like Thorian was desperately attempting to hold Ashley's hand, which I found utterly absurd. But what truly infuriated me was the realization that the scheming bitch was still alive. I couldn't help but regret not burying her alive when I had the chance, instead of merely throwing her into the vast ocean depths.Beside me, the man clenched his fist tightly, muttering with evident bitterness, "What does she see in me?" The raw emotions of hatred and pain laced his words as his gaze fixed on Thorian and that girl. Confusion washed over me as I attempted to understand who exactly he was directing his anger towards. It was clear that he wasn't clenching his fist due to any actions from my
Thalia stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with disbelief. She desperately tried to comprehend the gravity of Ashley's accusation, frantically searching for a way out of this nightmare unfolding before her eyes. The room seemed to spin around her as the weight of the situation pressed down upon her chest."You're out of your mind, Ashley!" Thalia's voice quivered with a mix of anger and fear. Her gaze darted around the room, noticing the whispers and sidelong glances from their classmates. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the truth hung heavily in the air.Thorian, who had been silently observing the exchange, released his grip on Garrick's collar, allowing him to crumple to the ground. Blood trickled from Garrick's nose, evidence of the brutal beating he had endured at Thorian's hands. Thorian's eyes flickered between Thalia and Ashley, his confusion palpable."What are you saying, Ashley?" Thorian's voice held a trace of confusion, but his gaze remained locked on Ashley, wai
As he continued to speak. “You think you can just waltz back in here after everything you’ve done?”I felt a rush of frustration and anger building within me. Derek’s harsh words and accusing tone were like salt in the wound. I had been through enough drama for one day, and I wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation with him.“I’m here because I want to dance, Derek,” I retorted, trying to keep my composure. “I miss it, and the others welcomed me back.”Derek’s jaw clenched, and he took a step closer, his anger palpable. “You can’t just waltz back in here like nothing happened,” he hissed, his voice barely a whisper. “You betrayed us, Ashley, and now you expect us to just forgive and forget?”The room seemed to hold its breath, the tension thick as a fog. The other dancers looked torn between supporting me and not angering their dear Derek. I could sense their uncertainty, and it added to my frustration.I found myself utterly bewildered by what he meant when he accused me of betraying
Thorian's disdainful sneer etched lines of frustration across his face as he walked away, leaving both Garrick and Ashley bewildered. The usual dramatic exit was conspicuously absent, prompting Ashley to mutter, "Well, that's weird." She couldn't shake the lingering question of why Thorian had chosen not to create a scene, a departure from his typical behavior.Garrick, seemingly disappointed, muttered under his breath, catching Ashley's attention. She turned to him, curious about his thoughts on the unexpected turn of events. "Did you say something?" she inquired, prompting Garrick to shift his focus from his contemplation.With a smile replacing his previous demeanor, Garrick responded, "Oh, nothing." Ashley narrowed her eyes skeptically, attempting to decipher the enigma that was Garrick's mind.Chuckling, Garrick asked, "What are you doing?" Ashley continued squinting, humorously admitting, "I'm trying to read your mind." Garrick grinned at her attempt to unravel his thoughts, enj
Lukas ambled along the bustling street, the familiar jingle of his car keys adding a buoyant rhythm to his steps. Unexpectedly, his forward momentum was abruptly halted as he collided with Fenrisa, their worlds briefly converging in an unplanned encounter.A smirking confidence adorned Lukas's face as he greeted her with a casual, "Hey there, baby girl." Fenrisa, however, remained unfazed, her eyes rolling in response. "I don't have time for your playboy attitude," she retorted, promptly pushing Lukas aside, her body language signaling a clear dismissal.Undeterred by her initial cold shoulder, Lukas, after a brief moment of processing, found himself in pursuit of Fenrisa, who was already weaving her way through the crowd, distancing herself from the encounter. "Wait!" he called out, successfully catching her by the arm and compelling her to halt.Stunned by the unexpected pull, Fenrisa emitted a surprised squeak, her gaze a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief. "What's your problem,
Thorian lounged in the opulent palace, an air of weariness enveloping him, his boredom palpable. Seated solitarily at the expansive dining table, an assembly of diligent servants orchestrated a symphony of culinary indulgence, adorning the surface with an array of sumptuous dishes.Perplexed by the conspicuous abundance, Thorian's quizzical eyebrows ascended like the gates of inquiry. His voice, laced with a tapestry of sarcasm and frustration, cut through the dining ambiance, questioning the necessity of such a feast. "Is my mother and fifty more joining me for breakfast?" he inquired, scrutinizing the diverse offerings before him.A servant, head bowed in deference, responded to the royal query, "No one else is coming for breakfast, my prince. The queen and others had some meetings to attend." Thorian, unappeased by the explanation, scoffed at the excess. "Then why all this?" he retorted, gesturing towards the profusion of culinary delights.Silence clung to the room as the servants