"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...