"But it's dangerous." Hayden sank his hand into the filthy liquid and swashed the residues into the sink strainer. "Don't do it." He pulled up its handle, dumping away the pieces of overcooked garlic. "I need to be on my move already." Her voice was slowly increasing. "We can't let them do whatever they want like we don't exist." "If you're gonna proceed with that method of yours, things could end up worse." He shook the water off his fingers. "Mr. Hayden, you don't get what I'm saying. I'm not going to go around and ask one by one if they have any marks. I… I just want to know what they look like," she breathed. "So that I can be alert." "I don't see the need for that, Miracle." A wave of pleasant smell wafted to her nose as he exited the doom-shaped wall with a cup of tea in his hand. "Please, Mr. Hayden." She walked over and grabbed it from him. The heat sizzled her skin. "Please," she repeated, trying her best to stay expressionless despite the burning pain. He snatched it b
'It's time to wake up, Melvin.' "Who are you?" 'You know I hate failures.' "WHO ARE YOU?!" 'I am you. You're me. We're...' "Melvin!" He jolted awake to Miracle's breaths brushing past his skin. He pulled back his arm, retreating from her whisper at once. Too close. 'A dream?' he thought. Glancing around, he realized that the lesson was still going on. And he, was still in class. Their literature teacher, Mr. Sam, didn't notice that one of his students had just woken up from a doze. He was so engrossed in copying the notes onto the whiteboard with his calligraphy handwriting. The extra curve he put on the letter "F" had turned it into a "P" in everybody's eyes except his own; the missing dot on the "i" made it seem like it was joined with the next letter "n", forming an "m". He claimed it was stylish when it was just a bunch of messy chains of alphabets grouped together to form words. Melvin dropped his eyes back on Miracle, the deskmate he requested to be with on his first
Melvin stumbled over the flower pot in the hallway as he was unknotting his tie. It toppled, hitting his bare foot. "Oops." He bent his body to put it back. But while he was doing so, his arms paused. His pupils shrank at the sight of the plant crawling onto his hand. It was emitting mysterious silver smoke. Cold sweat rolled down his cheeks, forming a patch of tinge on his white shirt. "This is just a decoration, Melvin," he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. "It's not moving, nor is it breathing out smoke. Just a fake plant." "Melvin?" A tap on his tensed shoulder pulled him back to reality as if it was another dream he woke up to. "What's the matter?" Hayden asked. "N-Nothing." He glanced at the peculiar flower pot once more. Only when he made sure that it was still the decorative plant that he was told of did he look away and join the rest for lunch. Hayden took the scoop and began dishing up the seaweed soup for his children. Waiting for a bowl of th
'What?!' Miracle was shocked. The pink ribbon holding her thick bunch of hair loosened as Melvin gently tugged on it, letting the black, silky strands stroke his face. The fleece blanket drooping from the edge of the bed was kicked to the floor. Their kiss was deepening. She could feel his tongue reaching for the peak. For the first few minutes, Miracle wasn't doing anything to stop him. She stared right into his closed eyes, feeling her heat rising, listening to the soft moans he hissed through the tiny gaps between their locked lips. She knew this was wrong. It shouldn't be happening. Yet, she couldn't overcome the desire that wanted him to be with her. To stay with her. And it was making her weak. 'What is wrong with you, Miracle? Get away from him!' "M-Mmph… Let go!" she uttered at last, struggling to break free from his arms. His body raised slightly as she straightened her hands to push him away. But he pressed them down once again and tightened the hug. He ran his finger
"Stellaerio Annual Dinner! Oh, yes! I've been waiting for this," Jessamine shrieked in joy, kissing the invitation card. Jordan rolled his eyes. "What's so special? It happens every year." She drew in her body and placed her elbow across the division line, onto her deskmate's area. "Exactly! It only happens once a year and... Hey, hey!" Putting on a dreamy look, she asked, "Should I ask Melvin to be my partner?" "You can try…" he murmured, labeling the apparatus he had sketched on his chemistry lab report—the sodium hydroxide experiment where they used hydrochloric acid to neutralize the solution to get those little crystals. "Exactly!" Running her fingers through her straightened hair, she rummaged in the front pocket of her bag for her mini mirror. "I look pretty good, to be honest." "If you don't mind being the umpteenth rejection," Jordan said, pointing his chin to the line of girls crowding Melvin's seat, "go ahead." "Can't I be the lucky girl he is waiting for?" "Please.
Miracle sat in front of the mirror, staring at her divine mark. It wasn't pure anymore. What was more devastating was that she barely did a thing worth the stain. She traced the softness on her lips, replaying the kiss scene she hid at the back of her mind. It was a playback. But the lingering sensation was still so strong that she could hardly breathe despite being the one and only living soul in her room. "If this is how love feels like, then it's really evil," she muttered. "Why would you fall for a mortal, white dragon?" "Love is never once evil." At first, she wasn't jerked by the voice. 'Illusions,' she thought. But then it came again, and a presence was emerging next to her startled reflection. "It's beautiful, Xue Er..." "You again. Who are you exactly?" Miracle held the back of her chair from tumbling over as she stood up hastily. She was surprised to hear that her voice didn't crack like she thought it would. "And how did you know my real name?" "I came here to contin
Today was the day. Lyn rummaged through her wardrobe, throwing out dresses that might fit for the night. Hangers were flung—scattered across the floor—as she pulled out the garments, checking how well they looked on her. But there were too many. "Damn." She scratched her head. "I can't pick…" She still couldn't come to a decision when Miracle pressed her palm onto the ajar door, widening the gap. "Oh, hey!" Lyn craned her neck and looked past her closet. "You've got yourself what to wear?" "Lyn…" Miracle's brittle voice instantly stopped her from what she was doing. The excitement in her eyes a while ago was gone, replaced with shades of worry. "What's wrong?" Lyn grabbed her hand and pulled her in when she hesitated to step forward. "I'm scared," she said. "About the dinner. About Rex. About everything. I don't know what he's going to do. Moreover..." '... when I'm their daughter.' She wavered to spill this little secret of hers. "What am I to do if he attacks them right u
"Now let's welcome our principal, Mr. Vincent to give his speech!" said the student emcee as the spotlight flashed upon the targeted seat. Miracle fixed her eyes on the VIP table. The man in the gray suit didn't stand up immediately. He took two sips of his grape-flavored drink before heading to the stage. As the twins said before, he was the other TinXi, who was also the headmaster of this bizarre school. 'So it's you...' she thought, harking back to the call Hayden intended to keep away from her. Flapping his tailcoat, he bowed to the audience. His presence was instantly greeted by thunderous applause. She was taken aback a little when she saw the dangling, empty sleeve. Miracle strained her eyes to see if there were any additional bulges inside his white shirt, assuming that maybe his left hand was hidden on purpose. "He lost his arm in one of the fights with Arlyaen," Lyn mumbled as if she had just read her mind. "It's been a long time..." A sharp squeaky noise came through fr