Mag-log inSyria’s POV“No! No!” the leader screamed at the top of his lungs. “We fucking refuse!”
Syria’s POV “Why me?” I asked, “I didn’t do anything wrong to any of you!”
Syria’s POVI turned my back on them. They weren’t worth my time anymore.I had already spent
Syria’s POV“We’re going to be busy today,” Kael announced. “We’re conducting a defense drill. We need to make sure the structures are stable and nothing will break. Understand?”
Syria’s POV “This meeting is adjourned.”
Syria’s POV “How are you feeling now?”
Syria’s POVI took this an opportunity.I turned and bolted for the car.The ground was soft and kept slipping under my shoes. Every step felt like I might fall. I struggled so much. My legs felt heavy, but fear pushed me forward. My chest hurt from trying to control my breathing and my heart was
Syria’s POVI had witch powers. I barely had time to wrap my head around any of it when I suddenly heard a voice speak behind me.“Impressive.”I froze instantly.He stepped out from between the trees. The way he walk with an arrogance so casual it made my stomach twist in disgust.He was watching
Syria’s POVI thought we were finally leaving.But no. They had only finished dressing me.“Call in the makeup artist,” the lead servant instructed.Without hesitation, the other maids rushed out. Moments later, they returned with a woman I hadn’t seen before. She looked polished and efficient, fol
Kael’s POVI decided to go home.There was no use staying in the house I once called my escape. It used to give me peace. Privacy, silence, and freedom. But ever since Syria and I broke up, everything had gone numb.Every day felt like a loop I couldn’t break free from. It was empty, meaningless,







