Mag-log inBEAUTY.“Beauty, calm down,” My friend spoke but I was too far gone to listen anymore. May God, help Victoria when I get my hands on her. Victoria's giggles rang throughout the corridor.“Murderer,” one called.“Seems she’s fated to let anyone near her die,” another joined. “Maybe that is why they are dead now. They couldn't stand being around her.”“Don't speak about my parents that way,” Alexandria warned.“Or what, little sissy?” Victoria barked with a wicked chuckle and got nearer to Alexandria, tilting her head, which made me want to smack the shit out of her until it fell off her neck. “Everyone knows it. A kid like you never manages to lose both parents by accident. You either are cursed with such luck or you did something to deserve it. You can be sure that you bring death wherever you go. So do everyone a favor and leave our school.”The loud, obnoxious giggling started again, and someone clapped her hands. Alexandria's fists were tight by her side. Paint streamed down from
BEAUTY. My grip around Alexandria’s hand tightened the moment we stepped out of the student passage hall, and I wouldn’t let go no matter how hard she struggled to get her hand free. “Can you at least let me go now? I know the place,” she whined. “Nope. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” I replied, dragging her further. “This is Northbridge High School. Don’t frown so much. You’ll spoil your beautiful…err…handsome face.” She stayed quiet as usual, with her green eyes locked somewhere behind my back while her fiery hair seemed to scorch the bright sunrays as though they annoyed her. Ignoring the lack of response, I continued explaining the details to her as I pulled her ahead. “This is a crash course, sweetheart. The hierarchy reigns here, and Alphas are the best while Omegas are the lowest in rank. While S tiers think they own the air other people breathe, A tiers are just as good but need to be careful. Those ranking beneath them are treaded upon if they do not have any
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DAMIEN. Zane trailed behind him, moving at a more relaxed pace, and one hand in his pocket. “Sora, breathe. They're fine. They won't hurt themselves and even if they do they'll get over it.”That was definitely not what Sora was seeing while he tried to capture one of the miscreants. “They are not fine. They are little menaces,” Sora said, getting help from Zane to chase after them.I was smiling at this sight when Beauty appeared from the top of the stairs. Eleven going on twelve, and wearing a comfortable dress of yellow color and her blonde hair messed up from whatever the heck she had been doing previously. The older she got, the more handful she became. Her eyes searched the room as a routine—but fixed on the little redhead standing next to me.The expression of the girl changed instantly. Her eyes softened and got larger, they always were like that when she spotted some things she wanted to hug on sight. I moved my mouth closer to Raymond’s ear and whispered, “She will have a
DAMIEN. I was sitting in the back of that black car and surfing through different flower arrangements on my tablet computer. Being an owner of a floral shop and a wedding planning business I started each day dealing with colors, flower deliveries and brides having a crisis. But today it seemed to be a normal working day until we came to a complete halt.I raised my head and saw a row of cars with nobody moving at all."What is happening?" I asked the driver."Sir, there is an accident up ahead. It looks pretty bad." It was something in his voice that made me put the tablet aside and open the door while he tried to hold me from doing that. I found myself in a crowd of people who were standing around trying to look closer at what was going on. After several apologies to people blocking my way I managed to see the picture.The car was on its side with broken parts scattered on the asphalt. Two bodies covered with white sheets lay nearby and blood spots spread on the road. But the mos
DAMIEN. A Few Months LaterThe church appeared like a dream.Golden rays fell through high windows of stained glasses and lit up the marbled floor with warm patches of light. The rows of white roses and lush greens of flower arrangements decorated every pew. The air was scented with the freshness of flowers, wax and the smell of polished wood. I was standing at the altar wearing my perfectly fitted black suit, feeling my heart beating faster than ever in all fights and arguments. In front of me, Raymond looked so good he was almost distracting me from saying anything I planned to say. He kept looking at me with soft eyes.In the front row, Charles was sitting next to Martin who held his shoulders in a protective embrace. Charles was noticeably plumpier and smiled softly in his formal suit, and it was almost impossible not to notice the swell in his belly. He was glowing with health and slightly uncomfortable, his hand gently holding the bulge while Martin was whispering into his ear







