'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

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

"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

'Get the white dragon. Get the white dragon!' For the tenth time, the voice rang clearly in his ears. It was so disturbing that Melvin had to put down his juice to look for the source, though he knew it was going to be useless. He never found it. But he had to try, at least to let his inner self know that he was doing something to stop the creepy voice from pestering him. He looked everywhere. Restroom? No! Backstage? No! Under the table? No! If it wasn't for the coat covering his sweaty shirt, he'd probably look like some sort of lunatic. "Hey, what are you looking for?" Jordan asked, lifting the laced tablecloth from the opposite end to meet his eyes. "Nothing." He avoided his stare and went away. 'There's no white dragon!' Melvin yelled in his mind. He sensed it smirked, having said no more. Walking past the ongoing commotion he wasn't aware when it started, he spared it a quick glance. The crowd was wild. Too many pushes. He tripped, knocking his head into the hair of a pl

Melvin wandered along the desolate street. Lamp posts flickered as he walked past. No sight of stars. No shadows of humans. He lost his footing and tripped over the uneven bricks of the cracked pavement. At this point, he didn't know what to do or where to go anymore. Should he go back to the Watsons? Would he be alive, then? Would he still be the old Melvin if they were aware of his real identity? He didn't know, but the answer was most probably a no. Things wouldn't be the same anymore no matter how hard he wanted them to be. He couldn't change the truth that he was a fallen angel. Their sworn enemy. His expression immediately hardened when he sensed footsteps approaching from behind. "Let's go home," said the voice. "Your real home." At first, he was reluctant to move. The countless lives and pearls laid in his hand, never in a million times he thought he'd regret craving for them until Melvin stepped into his demonic life. But now everything was too late. Who was he to