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"So Jonah, huh?"
"Elan, huh?" Throwing a sarcastic look at her red headed friend, I trailed my eyes over tressia's every action. From the playful yet annoyed glint in her eyes, to how she bit her lip distractedly, and the way she sat upright, languidly swiping at her phone.
Aniysa-- I remember, Rosanna's closest friend, nudged at her friend with a sly grin, then nodded at me, sending a mischievous wink when she had my attention. Her gestures were quite confusing, but realization set in, and I understood.
My lips tilted upwards and a surge of satisfaction filled my heart, knowing I was associated with tressia as her love interest. But who's Jonah? My smile faded instantly and I made a mental note to search through the school records of the boy named Jonah.
That aside, I knew how much people described the look in my eyes; intense. And if anyone was quite keen and observant, they'd notice how my eyes always settled on the dark haired girl whenever I glanced up from my workload of papers.
I was too fvcking obvious. But somehow the girl was denser than I expected-- still, I couldn't blame her. My facade was topnotch. She had no clue of the thoughts that raced my mind with her being in my presence. And even in her absence, my desires seemed to lit my crotch blue.
Tressia's eyes locked on mine, and the thrill of wanting something I couldn't and shouldn't have, almost cracked the calm expression I held. Goodness knows I shouldn't be lusting after my student for all the wrong reasons, but here I was. Trying to shove the primal urge to- Rael, shut up.
I scolded the dark haired creature whose existence was to make my life unbearable. I didn't even have a safe place in my mind-- everytime getting interrupted by the intrusive thoughts of Rael.
He's a b*tch.
And I remember he is me. I scowled. Reminds me of the days where I'd cuss Luther and be terribly aware we're related and most of the insults are directed to me at the end. It's downright annoying but I'd like to think Luther was the adopted one most times.
Rosanna's eyes held inquisition as she stared at me but I merely looked away in return, focusing once more on my work.
'Date: 05/09/2023.
Location: Tazar, City of Astral.
Case: Zombie outbreak.
Code: Yellow'.
One would think the great admiral would be given a little break from his responsibilities as a crown prince, but Nazia made it clear my decision to join the battlefield would under no circumstances, impede my position as a Prince.
'Say, what is the best way to retrieve information from a suicidal spy? Elan did suggest we withhold it's request until it begged for it. However recently we've been running out on the good quality poison-- perhaps it's time for a peaceful alternative? Less bloody for Ava to clean. Maybe we make it rot internally?'
Duke of Ace, Krito Ace, had become a disposable thing the moment the spy became impatient. We were so close to tracking his Employee's whereabouts until the little b*stard thought it wise to take hasty actions.
'Fool.'
The one thing the useless man could've fulfilled is have his death be a memorial to the victory of Nazians, but unfortunately, the grey haired man preferred dungeons and screams of terror. Now we lost the track of finding the madman who unleashed this virus.
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Chasing Elysian
RomanceRosanna Jael Graymond. A unique individual tossed into a whirlpool of the unknown- that even I, this Author has no idea how she'll end up. . . . Do you love reading novels? Yes. Fantasy? Sci-fi? Magical realism? Romance, Paranormal, Mystery and...