Zinnia Aerwyna has always lived her life feeling slightly out of place, as though there were a second heartbeat beneath her skin-a soft thrum of something ancient she could never name. Born human, raised human, and appearing every bit as ordinary as the people in her seaside village, she never imagined that enrollment at Direfell Academy, an elite institution hidden deep within shrouded mountains and meant exclusively for supernatural beings, would reveal the truth buried in her blood. Direfell is a place where monsters are meant to sharpen their abilities, master their heritage, and learn to coexist.
What Direfell's faculty knows-but Zinnia does not-is that her lineage is not merely human. Her ancestors were sirens, creatures of haunting beauty whose songs could enchant, manipulate, or destroy. For generations, the Aerwynas intermarried with monsters until the siren bloodline thinned into myth. In Zinnia, however, the gene sleeps-not erased, merely dormant, waiting for the right catalyst. And Direfell Academy, with its tensions, rivalries, and power-saturated aura, becomes the perfect crucible.
Aurelius Merrick has everything: monstrous strength, prestige, and the silent expectation that he will one day inherit Nighthollow Academy. The Headmistress' son is as feared as he is revered-a prince of monsters with marble-cut features, ruthless composure, and a reputation for being heartless.
To Aurelius, Zinnia is an anomaly. A disruption. A human taking up space in a world she was never meant to survive.
Maeve Morrigan is Direfell Academy's resident heartbreaker-a seductive succubus with pin straight snow hair, a smile sharp enough to wound, and a confidence that wraps around her like velvet. No one escapes Maeve's charm, not even those who hate her. She is desire incarnate, worshipped and feared in equal measure.
She should have ignored Zinnia. Humans are beneath her attention. But something about Zinnia was to infatuating. Tempting.
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He was staring at her, and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, Tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes
Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug
"Calm down, Princess see? Your Papa is alright," he said, softly stroking her hair
"N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between hiccups
She hugged him tightly, like if she let go, he would disappear
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She looked at them....confused, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome
"Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said, her lips forming into a pout
"How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" his son asked, half-teasing
"Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, He gives them a baby....If He's really happy, he gives one more, and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome...That's why God gave him seven babies... that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently
They all looked at her...and then at her Mr. Handsome...
And burst into laughter...
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He is her Mr. Handsome🕊
-her saviour
-her protector
-and her home.
𓆩♡𓆪
She is his daughter🦋
-his jaan
-his angel
-and his life.
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𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤
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