He abandoned his barbell and switched to the chin-up bar. His face wasn't giving any expression of pain or anything. His eyes were already on me. I didn't look at my reflection. I must be looking like a drowning cat, dishevelled hair, I wasn't expecting him, doing the workout. He pulled his heavy body several feet off the floor with his massive biceps. He didn't break his gaze.
I yawned again this time in a pretending way. I was feeling tired. I slept late or woke early. I broke my gaze. I was into him fully. I wasn't looking at him, but he was hovering over my brain. My eyes met Daniel, Carlos and Jasper. I waved my hand at them laxily. They greeted me with their smiles.
I walked over to the bench. I sat on it. I rested my cheek against the glass window and closed my eyes.
"Emma," My eyes opened and a smile stretched over
I woke up with the chirping of the birds out of the window. Lazily, I pushed myself up. But the rooms seemed empty. Silver hadn't returned yet. I didn't have my phone with me. I was getting used to it. I want to stay alone but it'll scratch the wound more. A knock on the door made my head jerk at the door. I glanced out of the window. It was dark. Swiftly, my eyes drifted to the clock. Four o'clock. Another tap on the door made my head turn to it. "Go away," I shouted and hoped he would go away. The door clicked. My eyes widened. The door opened, emerging the most powerful man. I bolted on my feet, "Get out of my room." I said with raged breath. He smirked, "Training time," He said and spun.  
After attending classes, I was finding a spot to hide myself. I didn't want to attend martial arts. I loved my bones. No one wanted to understand that. I walked over to the narrow path, lawn on both sides. My pace was slow, eyes wandering around. My gaze stopped at the old tree. Pacing forward, I sat resting my back against the trunk. I slipped my hand in my bag and took out the book. These books contained every information I needed to understand them. I huffed in a lungful air when I opened the book. I didn't tell my friends about skipping class. They would force me in. "So, here you are," I screamed and the book jumped out of my lap in the air. Alessandro
They always looked confident, so I tried to channel some of that confidence in me too. I shook my head. I could never gain swiftness and speed like them. Only in dreams! Professor Megan thinned her lips, "It's a simple move." She encouraged me. But it wasn't going to work. I can learn until I show interest in it. I was going to run out of the class as my friend or nothing else was at stake. "It's just a punch," She said, her expression turned annoyed, eyes hard on me. My gaze turned to my beautiful nail, painted blue. I didn't want them to break. I shook my head again. Frustrated, she glared at me, "Get out of my class." She shouted, pointing at the door with her index finger. I rushed out immediately. I forced my anxiety down. I was afraid
I woke up early today. I took a quick shower and changed into a black lagging and a black tee. I sat on the bed with my book, waiting for the knock to echo in the silence. I wanted to stay inconspicuous but that seemed impossible when I was surrounded by werewolves with incredible strength and powers. I wanted to finish the book as soon as possible, but the fat book always challenged me. I couldn't concentrate on the book. I didn't know. Where is Dastien? Indeed, I don't know anything about him, his business. Is he a student or a professor or just a residency here like Mr Wolfe? I shouldn't... I couldn't even bring it on the tip of my tongue. Emotions have died inside me after seeing my mother. She is still crazily in love with him. It took me years to build myself, never let anything affect him. Dastien broke into my heart easily, more easily than easy. I act like a crazy pup around him. I was unexpectedly annoyed a
I remembered myself awaking many times with screams, burning in my veins, pain in my entire body. It was unbearable. He was also presented in the room. It felt as if he was taking my pain away. Dastien was always there whenever I woke. I was wondering. What would he have told his girlfriend? Silver and Elizabeth were always there next to Dastien. Carlos always visited and brought flowers for me which earned him a glare from Dastien. Alessandro visited once with Jasper and Daniel. To my surprise, Drake visited too. It took ten days to get back to my room. I stared out of the window. I was feeling caged. My friends were attending classes. The door opened on the left side, "Hi, you can come with us." Silver beamed at me. "Really?" I squealed happily.&
My smile died when I stepped into the extra class. Samantha was glaring at me with her group. I whirled to leave. "Miss Emma, take your seat." Professor Megan said, her expression was hard. She must have guessed that I was thinking of running away. Another set of piercing amber eyes locked on me. She was taller than Miss Maria, her black gown was more expensive than a teacher should. "Class," Professor Megan raised her voice, "Mrs Katherine Dawson is teaching you for next week. Good luck, class." She nodded in a friendly way toward Mrs Dawson. Mrs Dawson returned the gesture and looked at the seat. I looked around to slip away from the glass. "Miss Emma!" Her voice was thundering when she called my name. I jerked
My thoughts swirled in a tornado. I pressed my palm over my forehead. Elizabeth touched my arm. Immediately, I pulled myself away from her. I just can't let her do this. She'll drain. The door ping opened of the elevator. I stormed in. "Let me help you," Elizabeth said, walking in. Silver held me by my shoulder to balance me. "No, I'll be fine, just a little sleep that's all I need," I said, closing my eyes, supporting my body with the wall of the elevator, waiting for it to reach our floor. "Sure?" Silver asked. I nodded. Sometimes, I felt strange as another sound in my head, telling me constantly things I didn't know, that part loved Dastien. It dinged open. I shuffled out toward my door.
I woke up with a jolt. I closed my eyes again. A blush crept over my face. My hand shot over my forehead, the sound of my palm hitting echoed in my ears. 'It's a dream. I can't go out with him, at his place, hot chocolate, his lips.' My finger felt something soft under my fingers. My eyes snapped open, "No!" My eyes drifted toward my hand. My eyes widened in shock, I gulped looking down at the soft blanket. It wasn't a dream. Disbelief crawled inside me. I hurried to my feet and gathered the blanket in my hands. I opened the cupboard and thrust it inside and locked it again. My shoulders were moving with shallow breathing. I placed my head against it and stared at the door, "It wasn't any dream." A smile appeared on my face again. &