"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*

It is publicly acknowledged that no girl in New Britain is as disciplined, heuristically accomplished or politically adept as an Academy girl. The institution's long held reputation for producing the most intelligent, devastatingly beautiful women with personalities as beguiling as their charm and wits sparked public interest for centuries. When Laurel is gifted a scholarship and transported inside its golden gates she is forced to dabble in lies and secret escapades whilst rubbing shoulders with the the creme de la creme of high society. Before long, the headmistress presents her with a special assignment as she does each girl, only it is the greatest undertaking of her life. "Dark Haven Academy is pleased to have you as one of it's own." ©hannahfoxx 2018