We had been searching for our mate for over two years now. But we weren't going to lose hope. Me and my brother both knew that she was somewhere out there, we just had to look harder. And then that one day at the little coffee shop we went to... That's when everything changed. Sequel - Loving the little one

Sang Sorenson is an academy graduate. She's currently on a mission to find out what happened to her biological mother and to achieve this, she has to live in the house with her step mother who abuses her just as much as she does in canon. You'd think Kota and the others would pull her out of there in a split second knowing she's academy and that she's being harmed. But, the thing is, she doesn't know them yet. Watch her meet the boys for the first time in an alternate universe where Sang is Academy, and they don't know that. They're still gonna keep it a secret. They're still gonna try and hide it from her. They're still gonna fall so deeply in love with her they're at risk of drowning. But can she still fall for these seven boys when there's already two she's head over heels for? And what will happen when the Toma team gets involved? Enjoy! 💗💗 Mature content. Read at own risk. DISCLAIMER: C.L. Stone owns The Academy series' The Ghost Bird and Scarab Beetle. You most definitely should read her books because they're marvellous and deserve all the love in the world. Started: 22/12/18 (December 22) Completed: ??/??/?? (No one knows)

"Where the fuck have you been?" Denovan's voice is calm, yet laced with quiet menace. I freeze, my mind racing. Why is he in my room? And more importantly, why does he even care? He made it clear he doesn't. "I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION!" he suddenly roars, snapping me out of my thoughts. His fury is undeniable-the bulging vein in his neck, the sharpness in his eyes. I swallow hard, my heart hammering. "I... it's none of your business," I manage, though my voice betrays me with a slight stutter. Wrong answer. In a flash, he's on me, slamming me against the wall, his hands locking my wrists in place. His breath is warm, his grip unyielding. _________________________________________ FATE HAS A WAY OF WORKING ITS MAGIC.