Lucian's POV
This class was officially over and Jackie was waiting outside for me. She was a total sleaze but I wouldn't pass up the chance to miss out on fantastic sex. It would be easy to push her over the edge into her deepest desires.
Frankly I don't understand why she was ashamed to make these desires turn into reality. What's so shameful about being pleasured and pleasuring someone? Absolutely nothing.
Her desires had changed within the past hour of us being apart. At first, her plan was revenge. Now it was a threesome. Women are so indecisive but I couldn't complain either way. She's most definitely naughty. I wasn't listening to anything she said until she asked what my next class was. I retrieved my schedule from my pocket.
I unfolded the paper and spoke, "Next is English with Misses Ligher."
She responded, "Oh. Goody. You have that class with Bella and I. Do you mind if I ask what class you have after?"
I thought about it for a second but what the hell? It couldn't do me any harm if I told her or not. So why not tell her? I looked at the name. Misses Murray? Hmm..
I told Jackie that I had Murray and she was even happier. She also said I had that class with her and Bella. I guess these classes would be a great way to get closer with Bella.
We walked in silence. The closer to the building we got, the more irritated I became. I pulled her to the side of an annexed building.
"Okay. Just tell me what you want. I feel your lust leaking from your pores. If you want to have sex with me that badly, just say so."
I could tell she was a bit frightened by the look in her eyes. She stared at my eyes too long. She knew who I was now. She was still scared out of her wits but she willingly gave in to her lust without me using my power. I felt her shoulders loosen and ease at my touch.
I transported us to my house I owned here in the city of Milwaukee. She was shocked and it felt nostalgic to me. Most of the women were always turned on whenever I transported us somewhere.
I could take Jane on by myself. There was no need for a threesome. I'd leave her satisfied and she wouldn't even know it. Signing up to sleep with the devil? What a mistake.
She undressed and just as I was about to unzip my trousers, her phone rang. It snapped her out of her daze.
"Hello," she answered. She stared at me while talking. I didn't even listen in on her conversation but I could tell the call was between either her douche boyfriend or Bella. I didn't even realize she'd finished her call.
"I have to go. Could we go back?" she asked.
"Sure," and then I snapped my fingers. We were back at the school. I erased her memory of me being the devil and let her carry on with her teenage life.
That call must have been important because she wasn't hanging onto me anymore. She ran off inside the main building and left me by my lonesome.
I followed suit and entered the building. What luck I have? I bumped into the stalker girl when I walked inside. Bella, was it? She looked so precious— ready to be deflowered.
"Sorry," she said.
I dusted my shoulder off and responded, "It's okay. I'm starting to think you like bumping into me; maybe you're doing it deliberately. Either way, you're into me."
She scoffed in disbelief, "You wish." Then she turned on her heel. I walked with her.
"Why are you following me?" she asked.
I replied, "It's not following you if we have the same class. Plus, my locker is this way. Would you have preferred if I went another way?"
"I totally would have," she said.
I stopped in my tracks to let her make it to the class before me. But then I remembered I still had to visit my locker for my textbook. As I was about to resume taking my steps, a sinner walked up to me.
He said, "I wouldn't even try that bro. It's impossible to get her to go on a date with you so you won't even have fun with her. She's stuck up but you could totally have fun with her friend. Her name's Jennifer. By the way, my name is Tyler."
"Yo, Ty, come on man. What are you doing?" someone yelled while walking up.
"I was just telling him about Isabelle," said Tyler.
The other guy chimed in, "Oh, man. You'd have way better luck trying with literally anyone else."
"We gotta go," said Tyler. They walked off without another word.
All I could think about was the challenge that I just accepted. They think it's impossible for someone to go out with her. I'd show them. I'd do more than show them.
Yes, yes I would.
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••••••••Isabelle's POV
"Can you believe that jerk? He thinks I like him. I think he's a total creep."
Jen replied, "He's not a creep. I think he's nice. And I have dibs on him. So don't try to snatch him for yourself."
"Wait what? Jen, you're with Brad. You can't be serious. Did something happen?"
She answered with, "You always try to read into things. Nothing's wrong. It's just always good to have a backup plan. When do you plan on giving it up?"
"Shush. That was so sudden. And never. Boys aren't worth my time. And what's with the attitude?"
"Hush, here he comes."
I looked up and there he was.
And then the class became silent. So silent that you could hear everyone's breathing and your own heartbeat. Silent enough to hear a pen drop and its reverberation.
The teacher and Lucian did the usual routine of introduction for new kids. All the girls were instantly fawning over him and arguing about who he'd sit next to.
And guess what? He chose to sit next to me. All the girls boo'd him for his choice. They tried to persuade him to sit next to someone else, anyone else besides me, but he wouldn't budge.
As the class passed on, the girls grew externally unphased. They didn't put up a fight anymore which I thought was weird. When it came to these girls, they'd fight to the end. That's exactly why our girls basketball team always go to the championship even though I can't say the same for our boys.
He whispered, "What are you thinking about?"
I replied, "You scared me, but I was just thinking about how weird it is that the girls quit fighting over you that soon. That's all. Are you having trouble with this class?"
He spoke again, "No, darling. I have shoes older than this subject. So how about we go on a date? I think you owe me for calling me a stalker and making me find you to return something of yours."
"No way. I already apologized to you and if you want compensation for doing something good, you're a jerk. Kindness doesn't hurt people." I scooted my desk away from him and didn't talk to him for the rest of the English period.
As soon as the bell rang, Jen was on his hip. He didn't look bothered but I was. Jen was acting crazy. She has a boyfriend but whatever. It's her life so I don't want to say anything else.
I went to my locker and exchanged my English book for my library book. It was officially lunchtime so I went to my favorite spot whenever I needed alone time— my favorite tree.
I spread out my blanket from my backpack and sat down. I retrieved my lunch and my book from my backpack so I could read while I ate.
I was almost finished with my book; I only had a few chapters left. I'd read through two chapters while I was outside when I looked up to find Lucian.
"What are you doing here? You really are a creep."
He said, "You'll never get a date if you keep calling all the men who try to date you creeps. Now, I'm here once again to convince you to go on a date with me. It wouldn't hurt you to say yes and it wouldn't hurt you to have fun."
"No," I said firmly.
He replied, "I know where you live. I'll disturb you everyday until you say yes. I'm really a restless soul, so I'd advise you to say yes."
I agreed, "Alright fine. One date and that's it. Don't try anything funny."
Lucian suddenly said, "He dies."
"What?" I asked.
"The guy in the book dies. You're welcome."
How did he know that? No way. "You read these kind of books? I didn't bag you for the type to read these."
"Don't judge a book by its cover." He smiled at me and we began to talk more. I guess this wouldn't be too bad, right? I mean, he can't hurt me anymore than I already have been. I think this could be a great friendship.
Isabelle's POVSo Lucian wasn't so bad after all. He seemed to be a great guy. I didn't know too many boys that were handsome like him & into books. I stereotyped him and I feel guilty about it, but come on! There really aren't too many guys that were made like him. He's totally my type.My type? What am I saying?! I didn't mean it in that way. I meant it as in the best friend type. Jen would be jealous— she may even be mad, but this is great for me. I don't have many friends and to top it off, I just made him my friend. Right?"Hey," I paused, "are we friends now?"I waited for his answer. He hesitated. I guess we aren't friends. I was kinda disappointed now. Why else was he here during lunch with me? He could be somewhere else, surrounded by girls & getting treated like a king, instead of being here with me. He isn't nice anymore; he's reverted to being a jerk now.He finally responded, "I think so. I'd like to be friends. Do you want to be friends?"I replied, "Of course. I thought
•Isabelle's POV•Ouch! My head hurts & the world is spinning right now. Why am I lying in the middle of the road? Oh God, did I finally die? No! Please, Not again..I sat up and observed my surroundings; I realized I was across the street from home even though this could be considered the road of my home.What am I saying? This isn't the time to be specific. I'm lying in the middle of the road and don't know why or how I got here.Just think, Izzi. Try to remember your day, just think back and retrace the day in your mind.I remember everything from this morning & this afternoon. I thought about everything all the way up the moment of lunch. Now I remember! Jennifer & Lucian were supposed to go on a date. He's such a jerk.He's a nasty jerk, actually. How could he? He can't have both friends. He could only have one & if he's so into Jen then why would he come after me? I guess he's another asshole psycho that wants to steal my innocence. I actually thought he was different, but in act
Isabelle's POV I had the best sleep of my life last night after I ate my snacks and let my eyes drift off to anime. I didn't have any nightmares, I didn't think about what happened earlier, and I didn't dream about my past life. But now, I couldn't help but think that I'd repeated my past life in some way.I mean, I had friends in this life and I wasn't afraid to stick up for myself, but I was still an outcast. What should I have done differently? I shook my head at my thoughts. I didn't regret taking this route. It was much better than my previous life. I was ecstatic that my dad didn't abuse my mom & I was ecstatic I was best friends with the popular girl who wasn't a total snob, but could be a total slut. I said could. I'm extremely grateful for this second chance God bestowed upon me; I'd make the best of it.I jumped up and caught my alarm clock before it had a chance to ring. I was already awake so I cut it off for the day. I went through my morning routine efficiently this mo
•Isabelle's POV•For my first class of the day, which was also my favorite, we chose Pride & Prejudice to analyze passages from. We'd also be reading it this month for the objective. We were focusing on the 1800's and the flow of Jane Austen's words. I've read the book before so I know what's going to happen & I watched the movie, but let me just say this: ITS TOTALLY OVERHYPED. It's not overrated, but it's overhyped. Do you understand the difference? If not, I don't have the time to explain it. I'm not saying that it isn't a great book— because, trust me it is,— but I didn't get why everyone was especially fascinated with it. See? I can't explain it.I tried so hard to focus today, but my mind kept wandering to daydream instead."Ms. Smith? Miss Smith! Misses Smith!"I snapped back to reality, "Yes? I'm sorry, Mrs. Billingsley."She spat, "Please refrain from daydreaming during my lesson. Now could you answer my question or do I need to repeat it?""Please repeat it, ma'am."Today s
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Isabelle's POV It was dark here & the only thing I felt was unimaginable pain. I could only grunt from the excruciating pain piercing through my lungs & heart, causing me to take a great intake of air; the more I breathed, the much worse the pain. What the hell is going on?The unbearable pain earned itself multiple tears from me & a few bouts of intense cries, yearning for help. Where are the doctors? Why is this hospital shortcoming?"What are you doing here?"I swiftly dried my tears and fluttered my eyes to see where the voice came from. As I looked up, I closed my eyes again due to the increasing pain. Dammit! This pain was worse than that time I got beat after the spelling bee. I opened my eyes again, ignoring the pain and there he was. He was standing in front of me.A handsome man; he could be the man of my dreams. Is this a dream? Is he here to take all the pain away?"You're in pain?" He asked."Yes," I answered dumbfoundedly.He came up to me and placed his soft, muscular
Lucian's POV Sometimes, being the ruler of hell is boring and repetitive, only ever yielding predictability; but tonight, a wandering soul crossed into my realm who didn't belong. This has only ever happened twice, and be it twice, it pisses me off.I snapped my fingers and Lehos appeared before me."Why the hell was there a wandering soul here again? Tighten the portals and re-enforce security. If anybody could walk into my realm as they please, then a lot of you won't exist in the near days of tomorrow.""Yes, sir," Lehos said with a bowed head. He then wisped into thin air to go handle the matters as I commanded. These servants. Ugh, so incompetent. I'll be glad when Yuhan comes back from that damn demon convention. I became even more flustered due to this & the fact that the wandering soul had a smell. I've never met a soul that had a smell, nevertheless a wandering soul.My security is tight so my life could never be harmed by those despicable angels of Father's. They hated me
Lucian's POV"You're right," Thanatos said.It was silent now; no cries, no sobs, no words; nothing was said or done for a while until Jennifer squeezed Bella's still-warm hand and pleaded silently for her to wake up. The mom consoled Jen and let the boy lead her out of the room. The dad stood up and followed suit, sensing what the mom wanted. She watched him walk away and then she looked at her daughter, taking in every feature of her daughter. A single tear slid down the mom's face while she kissed Bella's forehead one last time. Suddenly, Isabelle's chest heaved and she shot straight up, puking out whatever the contents of her stomach acidated.The mom was so surprised and full of shock, "Honey!? Are you okay? Oh my god! DOCTOR!! I NEED A DOCTOR!!" She shouted.All of the commotion made her visitors return, crying and then turning into a mess, thanking the heavens that she was still alive."How is this possible?" One doctor asked.Another commanded, "Get this cleaned up stat!"Th