All Chapters of The Charmer and the Beast: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I saw him and his friends enter. Upon seeing him, I quickly looked away, afraid he'd see me. I don't want him to think he has an impact on me. Okay, I admit that he makes me feel all sorts of things, but to hell, I will never admit that to him. Everytime I see him, I can't help but feel these things- mostly annoyance. "Just don't mind him," I said. I also saw Sean looking their way. "I guess he hasn't seen us yet. Do you want to just go back to the dorm?" But we just got here and we haven't even finished our food yet. Also, this is the first time in this week that I don't have to look around and feel the atmosphere of the campus. My routine has been classroom-dorm-food halls or cafes, basically just around the campus. It was depressing so being outside feels so freeing. I feel like I was sentenced in jail- our dormitory being the jail. "You know what, we don't have to go. He doesn't own this place so we just have the same rights as him to be here," Taylor said as she munched on her

I used to think that being pursued is something romantic. I thought it would feel nice when a guy does everything to get the girl of his dreams. I thought I wanted a guy who would cross rivers and swim oceans to get a 'yes' from me. But maybe, that's just what I think. Maybe all the romance books I've read gave me too much expectations. And maybe I shouldn't try to find someone to reach that expectation. Because in reality? Everything sucks and not everything is as good as you think it is.  And the things Flint is doing just to get my attention? Not that appealing. In fact, I find it annoying. I'm not sure wh

I never had a fight with anyone. When I was a kid, I remember being bullied because I was so petite. But I never fought back. Growing up, I wished I should've just fought those guys who looked down on me. I realized my fear of socializing stemmed from that experience. And now, I don't want to ever experience the same thing.I may be quiet and hate talking to a lot of people, but I can say I am a decent human being. And it hurts to think that no matter how good you are to people, that cannot stop them from being assholes towards you.Now I am left with nothing but the urge to confront each and every classmate who throws those kinds of looks at me.I stood up from my seat and approached Amy's table. I could hear Sean following me. He even tried to calm me down, but this is just enough. I cannot take this treatment I am getting from these people.She was so brave earlier, scoffing and ugly looking at me. But now that I am right in front of her to confront her, she suddenly looks so scare

"Good morning," Taylor greeted, smilingly. I just woke up and am now still sitting on my bed. It's Friday, which made me excited for the weekend because I'm coming home. My parents will be out of town for a work thing. Dahlia and Hyacinth will be left home, so I also volunteered to go home. I don't have many school loads, so I think it's fine."Morning," I greeted back. I finally decided to stand up and get my shower caddy. It's already past 10 am. My professors for my first two classes weren't around so we didn't have class earlier. My first class for the day will be later after lunch.I took my towel and hurried to the bathroom. It wasn't that full because it was already quite late.I don't know if it is just me, but whenever I'm in the shower, I also do multi-tasks. While doing my thing in the shower, my mind also wonders wherever. This is one of the times I get to think about things. I know it's weird, but sometimes I make life-changing decisions when I'm in the shower.Just like

Of all the people I have to see, I never expected it to be Flint. Never in the world did I think he's some guy who's into writing or whatever. It was never in his aura! I stood there, still frozen and so was he. It has been seconds but all I could do was stare. I still can't believe he's here. I've always seen Flint as someone who only knows games, fun, and stuff like that. I never pictured him to be part of something so serious. I'd like to slap myself. Maybe I'm just dreaming. But the noise coming from the office is proof this is not a dream, that this is reality. "You're part of the Weekly Mirror?" I asked, my brows furrowing. I bet it was evident on my face that I cannot believe he's here. Seriously, can he blame me? It was like he was awakened from a trance or something. He just stared at me for a while, which is really weird. He then shook his head and cleared his throat. "Is it that hard to believe?" "Yeah," I replied quickly. He chuckled as he opened the door widely. "I