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The Morteia Chronicles 01.05

5/25/2020

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Gleaming silver bars separated her from a room shrouded in what seemed to be like bottomless darkness. The sensible part of Joey told her that she was safe – that she should be dead by now if it wanted to kill her. However, it was the not-sensible-part of her that reigned, causing fear to envelop her body and turn her into an unmoving statue.
"GET OUT!"
It was a terrifying-sounding snarl. It should have propelled her to run away, but ironically it was that very sound which made Joey white, gasp, and slowly find the courage to take the smallest step forward.
She knew that sound, Joey thought dazedly. She could never be mistaken about that voice. "Z-Zack?"
When silence was her only answer, Joey took another shaky step forward. "Zack?" The red eyes glowed more fiercely in the dark, but Joey found herself drawing courage from the continuing silence. Vampires liked to seduce to kill, but this one was not speaking at all. Her mind whirled at what this could all mean, but she forced herself to focus on what was most important.
Walking towards the bars, she stopped only when she was a few inches away, certainly easy enough for the one inside the cage to reach her if it – he? – wanted to.
Swallowing, she said, "Zack, I know it's you."
Only when she was about to lose hope did Joey hear an answer.
"You mustn't be here." Soft and grim. And completely sounding like the Zack that she had known throughout her life.
Something inside her seemed to break, making her feel wobbly. If what she suspected was true, then her world would never be the same.
"Let me see you."
Again, a long silence before she heard the sound of footsteps. That sound was for her, Joey knew. Zack was giving her a chance to walk away, to pretend, to forget.
Finally, someone stepped out of the shadows.
She tried to choke back her cry.
Grief flashed on the handsome face before her.
"Zack." It really was him.
They stared at each other, Zack rigidly motionless, Joey doing her best to keep herself from shaking. "How?"
"I'm not a vampire, but…" His lips twisted. "What I am makes it much worse. This is the result of a ritual. A curse…from my father." His lips twisted. "He's laid a claim to my soul-"
Joey was stunned. "But that's forbidden!"
"I'm certain he knows that."
She bit her lip, thinking over his words and trying to put things in perspective. "You don't – won't report him to the Brethren."
"I must think of my clan."
It was exactly what she expected and feared to hear. Zack, after all, was so noble, and everything tended to be black and white in his world. "I know that…I know if you refuse the claim, you'll end up becoming a vampire. Is there a way to prevent it from happening?"
When Zack didn't answer, Joey knew it was not because he didn't know. It was because he did not want her to know. "Tell me," she demanded.
"You cannot help."
Her eyes narrowed. "Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me or I'll…I'll ask Niko!"
Zack released a cold laugh. "He will not tell you either."
"Then I'll ask someone you hate almost as much. I will get the answer I need, and you know it, Zack. So tell me-"
A voice answered from behind, "He needs someone else to step in as his Master."
She whirled around in shock.
Niko.
Her eyes widened.
And he had the whole Morteia with him.
All of their beautiful faces were cold and unsmiling, and they stood tense and still, as if ready to do battle.
She started to ask what was happening, but then Niko's words hit her. She looked at Niko then at Zack and saw in both their faces that Niko's words were indeed true. Zack needed a new Master, and that couldn't be any person. It had to be someone he could trust not to take advantage of a Master's powers over him.
It was in the tip of her tongue to suggest to Zack to have Niko as his Master, but she knew that would never happen. The relationship between a Caro and its Master was different and special, open and deep in a way that Niko and Zack could never be to each other.
That only meant one thing.
"Let me be your Master then."
"NO."
Both Niko and Zack spoke the same word simultaneously, and it was a toss-up between the two as who was more vehement.
"Why not?" she demanded.
"It will put you in danger," Niko snapped.
"I've always been in danger," she told him quietly. "You of all people should know that."
"Exactly," Zack said flatly. "You don't need more danger-"
She cut him off, saying, "Just give me an alternative and I won't pester you about being your Master."
"I would rather die than let you be my Master."
"But if you insist on not finding another Master then I might be the one who'd die. I'll go to your father and demand that he take back his claim."
Niko had enough. "You cannot make such decisions for yourself so lightly, Joey."
She flinched at Niko's harsh tone. It was the first time she had him speaking to her like that. She didn't like it one bit, but she couldn't make herself back down. Looking at Niko, the cold fury she glimpsed in his eyes made her swallow. "I can't just let him become a vampire when I know I can stop it."
The emotions in Joey's gaze made Niko clench his fists. "You care for him that much?"
Joey blinked. It suddenly felt like the question he was asking had two different meanings. "I-"
Niko's jaw clenched. She did not have to say anything really. The answer was already in her eyes, and it turned his blood dangerously cold. "We must talk." It took every bit of his control to say the words quietly, to wait for her permission when everything in him just wanted to haul her to him and snatch her far away from the other man's presence.
She glanced uncertainly at Zack. Now was not a good time to leave him.
But Zack only gazed at her with hooded eyes. "This is a self-imposed prison." In other words, he would still be here after talking to Niko.
"Don't make any rash decisions," she half-ordered, half-pleaded.
Zack's lips twitched, and a brief glimmer of humor lit his eyes. "Says the pot to the kettle."
She tried to smile but failed. "You promise?"
He said simply, "I'll always be waiting for you, Joey."

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The Morteia Chronicles 01.04

5/25/2020

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It was snowing the next day when Joey woke up, and the coldness of the breeze brushed against her skin like icy fingers. She shivered, feeling even colder because she felt very much alone. It was early still, but Joey decided to make a head start for the rest of the day, taking a quick shower before walking towards Zack's room and knocking.
"Zack?" But there was no answer, not even after several knocks.
She went to Ricardo's office next and that was when she heard him talking, presumably to someone over the phone. When his words sunk in, Joey threw the door open. "Father?"
At the other end of the line, Niko heard the anxiety in Joey's voice, and everything in him reacted. So possessive, so protective – such instincts were not supposed to be something he would feel for a human being. As the Prince of the Morteia, it was his duty to be loyal only to his race and the Brethren. As a Prince of Morteia, he had no right to love –
So what was this anxious feeling inside him, one that made his heart beat furiously as the seconds ticked by and he could hear Ricardo fumbling in his effort to explain.
"Do not let her leave," he gritted out. "I will go there." He ended the call and burst into speed, the phone falling to the ground. Joey needed him – the thought of it alone was enough to spur Niko de Luca into action.
Joey allowed Ricardo to lead her to the couch. She shook her head in pained confusion. "Why would he need to leave so suddenly? I just don't understand – is it because of something I did?"
"No, my dear, of course not. Zack…is going through something – sorting out issues that I have no right to speak of. It has to come from him, but for now the best thing you can do is to respect his decision – even if you do not agree with it."
"And I don't! Father, don't you remember how he used to be when he first came to us – he had nightmares every night. Every night," she stressed. "How can we just let him go like that? How can he expect us not to worry?"
"He does not," Ricardo said gently. "But in the end, Joey – it is his life."
She got to her feet with a shake of her head. "I want to hear it from himself, Father. I'm sorry if this means I'm disobeying you, but I must make sure he's all right." Zack was family – one of the few she could consider as such. She just couldn't let him go like that.
Going back to her room, she took her winter coat from the closet and shrugged into it. When she closed the closet doors shut, Joey almost jumped a foot.
Niko di Luca was in front her, wearing a white uniform with gold tassels on the shoulders – the kind that Joey knew the Morteia only used when they were scheduled to have lessons at the Brethren and were not expected to…fight. He also had a beautiful silvery gray scarf around his neck, and it contrasted wonderfully with his dark hair.
He was so very exquisite to look at, and Joey's knees started to shake at the realization that the prince also happened to be in her room.
They were alone in her room.
The thought almost made Joey forget her very name. "Y-Your Highness?" His eyes darkened, blue turning to black, and knowing why it was so, she hurried to say, "N-Niko?" Her voice sounded terribly weak, but then – that was how she really felt. "W-what are you doing here?"
"I have a meeting with your father and he's told me that you had an argument."
Joey's lips tightened. Trust her Father to tattle to the prince!
Niko raised a brow. "Joey?" His voice was soft and gentle.
She mumbled, "It's nothing." She had a very, very strong feeling the prince would not approve of her decision if he found out about it.
The way Joey's beautiful face suddenly became shuttered frustrated Niko. So young. So innocent, weak, and utterly human and yet – and yet how was it that she had him tied in knots? Women of all races, the most beautiful and alluring of them – they all threw themselves on him and yet none of them had even a fraction of the power that this tiny girl had over him.
Joey noticed the prince staring at her, and she asked self-consciously, "What is it?"
He shook his head slowly. "Nothing." Glancing at her winter coat, he asked, "Are you heading somewhere?"
"Umm…to the school building," she said after a beat. It was a lie, of course. Joey was still determined to go to Zack.
He nodded. "I will walk you there."
She opened her mouth to protest.
Seeing it, he said politely, "It would be my honor." But he also said it as if it were a command from not just Niko de Luca but the Prince of Morteia himself. So of course she had to obey.
Ricardo looked happy, excited, and dreadfully sly when the prince bid goodbye to him, with the grave assurance that he would make sure Joey got to the school building safely. It made her glare at Ricardo and then sigh ruefully at Niko.
"You make it sound as if we're going somewhere dangerous," she chided him. "The school building's just a few blocks away."
Before answering, the prince opened the door for her. Outside, she was not surprised to see Ilia and Dashin waiting for the Prince. He was never really alone, and if she was honest Joey liked it that way. There were just too many dangers in the world for someone like the Prince of Morteia to so carelessly risk his life by going anywhere without company.
Ilia nodded respectfully to her while Dashin smiled. Neither of them made the mistake of speaking to her. Attuned to their prince's moods, they sensed his moody possessiveness and restlessness and knew better than to provoke it.
The Chairman's girl might be human but there was no point denying the truth. She was special to the Prince and anyone who dared forget that was doomed.
Still shy with the other Morteia, Joey could only nod. Her shyness pleased Niko, like it always did – he liked it very much that it was only with him Joey was comfortable with. Or at least – it was only with him and Zack.
A black mood threatened to rise inside Niko, but he ruthlessly controlled it. He looked down at Joey. "Shall we?"
They walked side by side to the school building. Around them, the Caros they passed by were stunned, curious – and many of the Caro girls who saw them were incensed. What did that human have to deserve the right to walk by the prince's side?
In minutes, they reached the school building. "Well," Joey mumbled, unable to look into the prince's eyes, "we're here. Thank you for, umm, walking with me."
He tipped her chin up, his touch surprising Joey and making her blush.
"You must take care, Joey."
The surprising words had her blinking.
"For me," he said quietly. "You must take care if only for my sake, mm?"
Unable to understand why the prince was asking her such a strange request but responding to the command in his voice, Joey could only nod.
And then they were gone, disappearing into the whiteness of the wintry background behind them. Her heart beat hard at the prince's last words. What could that mean?
She pondered this as she swiftly made her way to the back exit of the school, pulling her coat closer as icy cold winds, seemingly stronger than it should be, hit her the moment she stepped out, as if pushing her away.
But Joey forged on, making way to the farthest building in Livingfire's compound. It was a very imposing structure made of old red bricks, their marred surfaces making it seem as if they had successfully gone through war.
She climbed the short flight of steps leading to the main front doors, which were made of brass that appeared to have been left unpolished for years. She was just about to raise her hand to use the knocker but the doors were suddenly pulled to the side, making Joey's heart jump in her throat. Its rusty hinges caused the doors to make a squeaking-rumbling sound, and it was terrifying enough to make Joey hesitate to enter.
How could Zack choose to live here?
The thought that something was wrong gave Joey the courage to move forward, and her heart jumped again when the doors slid back into place without anyone controlling it.
The floor was made of marble tiles, and the tiles ahead of her suddenly lit up, creating a pathway. After a second's hesitation, she followed the bright tiles, feeling all the while that she was following a yellow brick road that was not created for the Good Witch.
The tiles took her to a maze of halls, with so many twists and turns she feared she would never find her way back out. But even so, she continued, her worry for Zack giving her the strength to push aside her fears. She could worry for herself later. For now it was all about-
The tiles had stopped.
Slowly, Joey looked up and there she saw it, making her scream.
Red eyes.
It was like the past all over again.
The sound of the scream made Niko de Luca stiffen. Even though he had expected it, the sound of Joey's fear still chilled him until the very deepest part of him. Zack Mancini would not hurt her for the world. The Abyss also had strong defenses – no one who had yielded to its authority would be able to break through its barriers. But still he feared, he raged, and he needed.
Niko needed to see that Joey was all right.
He said harshly, "Let us go."
All six of his Morteia followed him into the Abyss, unquestioningly and without hesitation. It was the Prince's command – and so it should be.
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The Morteia Chronicles 01.03

5/25/2020

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Niko was still very much in Joey's mind as she walked back to school for her afternoon classes. She knew that the Prince would never stop until he did find out what made her change all these years, and she was afraid – would he realize how jealous and hurt she had been? Would he find out how so terribly in love she was with him?
When she reached her class, it was to find Eden waiting for her but without any signs of Zack.
"Zack isn't here again?" Joey was more than a little concerned. Sure, Zack was never enthusiastic about school – or anything for that matter – but this had been the third time in the whole week that he had skipped classes.
Eden simply shrugged. "You know him better than I do."
It was true. Although Zack treated Eden nicely – in a gruff sort of way – there was no denying that Zack only spoke to Eden because she was Joey's friend.
When classes were dismissed for the day, she ran to the dormitory housing the male students. As the Chairman's daughter, she was able to enter what was normally an exclusive domain for men.
She knocked on Zack's door, ignoring the curious glances sent to her by his dorm mates. "Zack?"
When there was no answer, she cautiously tested the knob and found the door unlocked. Inside, the room was dark, the curtains drawn. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. It was so silent. She became even more worried. "Zack, are you all right?"
"Get out."
The words were said so quietly she would have missed it if she hadn't been listening so hard. She whirled around and there he was, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. She moved to turn the lights on but he shook his head.
"Don't," he said harshly.
She rushed to him, kneeling on the floor. "What's wrong?"
"Leave me alone," he growled.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong with you!" His body was shaking and his face had gone beyond its usual paleness. "Zack, what's wrong?"
He gripped her hand.
She understood what he was not saying. "I'm here for you, Zack. Whatever it is, I'm here for you." And she held his hands until the tremors stopped.
"Something is in here, Highness." Aria spoke the words disdainfully. She was a dainty thing, with cropped hair that did not make her look any less feminine. But her seeming frailty was a deception. She was the fastest and most cunning of the Morteia - the ultimate spy. She was devoted only two persons in the world: Alia, her twin, and Niko, her Prince. The rest, she only tolerated.
Niko glanced up at the dormitory for Livingfire's male students, eyes flashing. "As long as it doesn't hurt her…"
"We won't do anything?"
Niko nodded slowly. Although stark fear burned inside him, every instinct protesting at the risk he was taking, he knew that destiny was at work and it would be foolish for him to put a stop to it.
More than an hour passed before the tremors that shook Zack's body finally stopped. Another half hour passed before Zack looked normal again. Something was obviously wrong, but Joey didn't ask. She knew how private Zack was, and if she needed answers she had better find it herself – without his help.
Zack insisted on accompanying Joey back to the Chairman's apartments. The path would have them walking past the mansion of the Morteia. As it was, Niko was there, a few feet from the gates.
"Prince," she breathed. She had actually missed him even though mere hours had passed since they had last spoken to each other. It was ridiculous but true and she knew the feeling would never go away. In her eyes, he really was a prince.
Niko's smile was gentle. "You are really only going to call me by name if we are alone?"
"Aaah…" She blushed, speechless, because that implied they spent a lot of time together…alone.
Zack had stiffened beside her, and she herself went stiff when Niko's flashing eyes suddenly turned to her friend. The stares the two exchanged were intense but unreadable, leaving her worried without knowing why.
She tried not to sigh in relief when Niko glanced at her, his exquisite face gentle once more. "Where have you been?" Niko glanced at his watch. "It's almost seven already. Chairman must be worried."
She let out a little gasp. "I had forgotten-" And her father had even excitedly told her he was going to personally cook dinner for them.
"I hope you are not sick of my presence just yet. The Chairman invited me back for a meal," Niko explained.
"You know it would always be our honor to have you with us," she said shyly.
"As it would be my honor to spend time with you and the Chairman." He looked at Zack. "You, too, Zack are invited. Chairman wants to speak with you."
The three of them walked in tense silence, broken only when they saw Ricardo grinning happily from the front door. "I thought you kids wouldn't make it!"
"Good evening, Chairman," Niko murmured.
"Hello, Father," she said.
Zack simply grunted.
They went to the dining room where her father's "feast" was prepared - cream of mushroom, garlic toasted bread, spaghetti, and ice cream. It was always those dishes – it was the only thing he knew to prepare.
The atmosphere at the table was very…tense.
"It's delicious," she said with determined cheer, conscious of how stiff Zack was while Niko was acting quite…intimidating with his coldness.
But the coldness disappeared marginally when Niko turned to smile at her. "It is, isn't it? Just like old times?"
She smiled happily. "Yes."
After dinner, Ricardo said, "Zack, if I may speak with you privately for a moment?"
Zack's eyes became indecipherable. "Of course, Chairman."
Ricardo turned to Niko. "Keep little Joey company for the meantime, Niko."
"It would be my pleasure," Niko said, making her blush a little.
She and Niko went to the living room while Zack proceeded to follow Ricardo to the study.
Joey whirled around to face Niko, suddenly worried. "Do you know what's wrong with Zack?"
"Is there something wrong with him?"
She bit her lip, realizing she had inadvertently given something away. But when she saw Niko's face harden, she knew whatever she did or did not say was immaterial. He already knew. "Niko-"
"Remember what I told you. I will not countenance anything that may harm you."
She lifted her chin. "Zack will never harm me."
Niko's lips tightened. "And what had he done to deserve such faith?"
"He's my friend."
"And me? What am I to you? A friend as well? I am in the same level with Zack, is that it?" he asked in a very silky tone, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Ricardo closed the door to his study behind him, his heart heavy at what he was about to discuss.
"It has started, Chairman." Zack's fists clenched. "I will do my utmost not to let him take control of me-"
"Of course I know that, son," Ricardo said. "You are a good man. It is sad, but you are a better man than your father, more than he can ever hope to be. You understand what you are going through?"
"Only…a…bit…" It was obvious that it cost Zack a lot to admit his helplessness.
"Your father has laid a claim to your soul when you were born. Every Caro father or master has the power to do that. You may fight that claim, but it will be harder and harder as time passes by. If you refuse the claim to the end, then you will become a vampire. The only way to stop it is by offering your soul to someone else – one who will be your new Master, your Maker, your Owner…hopefully, that person will not abuse the claim to your soul."
Ricardo's eyes turned sorrowful. "You can only do this once so you must choose wisely. Similarly, your father will also have a single chance to vanquish your new Master. If he kills your new Master then the claim to your soul will be his forever."
"Why?" His bloodless lips barely moved as he demanded the one question that haunted his dreams. "Why would he do this to his own son?"
"I can only presume and such thoughts I would rather not speak without basis. You may however be sure that your father is not doing this idly. Soul claiming is considered today to be illegal and of course, you have the right to report this to the Brethren-"
"You know I will not," Zack cut him. It would be a great shame for their clan and he did not want that. The rest of his clan did not deserve to suffer for his father's actions.
"Yes, I know you will not. It only proves how you deserve to be the next leader of your clan."
"My father would rather die than give the leadership to me."
For a moment, the gentle façade of Ricardo slipped, revealing something darker. "Anything can happen."
Zack glanced at the Chairman warily.
Ricardo beamed at him and the darkness was no more. "You know, I can always be your new owner-"
"Never," Zack muttered.
Ricardo's face failed. "I'm a good master-"
Zack turned to leave. "Thanks but no thanks, Chairman. You act too foolish to be my soul's Master. I'd rather trust my soul to the Devil."
"That is a horrid thing to say!" Ricardo complained.
Joey found herself taking a step back when Niko went closer. She suddenly felt claustrophobic. And hot – too hot – like Niko's presence was suddenly burning her. What was happening?
"Am I just a friend to you, Joey?"
Before she could answer, Zack and Riccardo had returned. She turned to him in relief, not knowing how flustered she looked as she said his name shakily.
Zack's face darkened, immediately crossing to her side. "Are you fine?"
She let out a shaky laugh. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
He grunted. "I'm good."
"You're not going to tell me, are you?" She sighed when all Zack did was grunt again. "As long as you know I'm here."
Zack answered with another grunt.
"It's time we leave," Niko murmured from behind.
She spun around with a tremulous smile, embarrassed to have forgotten about Niko in her haste to know what was wrong with Zack. "You're leaving already?"
Looking at Joey, seeing the way concern over the other man still lingered in her gaze, made Niko want to lash out. He was not used to being this possessive, had never thought that someone like him-a cold-hearted prince of the Morteia could actually feel like this.
He forced a smile. "We all still have classes tomorrow." He smiled at Zack, too, although it was more like baring his fangs. "Let us leave together, shall we?"
"What is it you wanted to talk about?" Zack was the first one to break the silence between him and the prince, and he only did so when a good amount of distance separated them from the Chairman's home. The rest of the Morteia followed behind. He could feel their gazes on him, and knew he was in the presence of potential enemies. Having the Morteia at your back was not something a Caro would wish on his worst enemy but Zack was not bothered at all. He knew his strength, and he did not fear the Morteia at all.
"It's good that we understand each other," Niko said quietly.
"Do we, really?" Zack asked, looking ahead as well as they continued to walk side by side.
"Of course."
Zack hated the silkiness of the Prince's tone. It was too much everything he knew he could not be. He was rough around the edges while the Prince shone like a freaking star-a star with corners as sharp as the deadliest of blades.
Niko continued, "I know we despise each other for the sole reason that we care for the same person. Rather, I must say we care only for one person."
Zak demanded impatiently, "Again, I ask you – what is it you wanted to talk about?"
"That monster inside you-"
Zack stopped dead in his tracks. "How the hell-"
"The important thing here is that you do not ask Joey to be your Master."
"I would never ask her that," Zack hissed.
"I hope so. I do hope so."
Zack belligerently turned to face Niko, but the Prince had already vanished.
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The Morteia Chronicles 01.02

5/25/2020

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The rest of the meal passed uneventfully, with Niko and her father taking most of the burden of conversation. A knock sounded just as her father served dessert – an emergency call that required her father's attention. The gleam in the older man's eyes as he excused himself told Joey everything she needed to know.
"Father." She gave him the most evil glare she could muster. He was absolutely shameless, the way he kept pushing her to Niko!
He returned it with a wide-eyed look of innocence. "This is work, my little girl. I must take that call." He turned to Niko. "Please stay and keep Joey company."
"Father."
Niko smiled pleasantly. "Of course."
When her father left, the silence that emerged was painfully awkward.
"Do you find my company so uninteresting now?"
Her eyes flew to him in sheer horror of what he thought. When she saw he wasn't joking, his beautiful face grim, she shook her head furiously. "Of course not! How could you think that?"
"What else am I to think when you no longer seek my company?"
She turned red. Seek his company…the words sounded so very nice when in truth she had practically stalked him and stuck to Niko like glue in the first year she had spent here. He had been her whole world then. She had worshipped him, shared with him her deepest secrets. She had once cherished a secret, silly, pathetic hope that he would fall in love with her-
Until of course she had seen the woman leaving his room.
And another one the night after that. It had continued on and on until Joey finally came to the numb realization that it would always continue, Niko making love with all those women but her. She was a novelty to him at worst – and his little sister at best. He cared for her…but not the same way she cared for him.
"It's different now," she mumbled finally.
He shook his head slowly. "No, Joey. It's not different. I am not different. It is you who are different." He paused. "I have always wanted to ask you this."
She was shocked at how tense Niko appeared suddenly, his jaw hard. "You can ask me anything, Pr-Niko," she hastily corrected herself when Niko's eyes flashed – a sure sign of his temper. It was rare for Niko to be furious but when he did lose his temper-it was a sight to have nightmares about for months.
"Was it when you learned I am the Prince of the Morteia that you changed? That you began to fear me?"
She gasped. "No." Her face went white at what Niko had thought all these years. She had known how isolated his life was, had known that the fear of his own race hurt him even though she was only one of the few he had allowed such knowledge of.
He smiled bitterly. "Truly?"
The pain in his lovely bright eyes was unbearable. She flew out of her chair, sinking to her knees at his side as she took his hand. He was her Prince…in so many ways and the fact that she had caused him such pain hurt her so much it was hard to breathe.
"It's not like that," she whispered fiercely.
He lifted her chin up so that her eyes would meet his. "I used to be your whole world, angela."
"You still are." The words trembled on her lips.
Niko's eyes burned. "Do you mean that? Do you absolutely mean that?" His tone became steel, as sharp as the killing blade that only the Morteia possessed. The Morteia demanded the truth from everyone. It was their creed, and they mercilessly took the life of anyone who dared utter a lie in their presence.
"Yes." She met his gaze unflinchingly.
Niko drew a hard sharp breath at her answer. His hand actually shook when he slowly caressed her cheek with his knuckles. They were not that far in their age yet when he looked at her like that, he felt so incredibly ancient and world-weary it broke her heart. They were truly poles apart-in every way.
"Then why, angela piccola-why are you so different with me all these years? What made you change?"
She closed her eyes. "I can't say it," she said brokenly.
Suddenly they were on their feet, Niko using his Caro speed-which was even greater than an ordinary Caro because of who he was. He pulled her to his arms. "You must tell me."
She shook her head against his chest even as she snuggled closer. How long, oh how long had she dreamt of being in his arms again! And it felt heavenly! "Never." And she meant it.
Her heart broke a little when he carefully set her away from him. "I will find out eventually." His lip curled. "And if I learn that someone – anyone – is trying to go between us, he is dead."
And then after pressing a quick, tender kiss on her forehead, he was gone.
Niko knew that one of the Morteia was waiting for him outside the Chairman's quarters even before he saw Ilia standing under a tree, as still as the wind he controlled. He was known to be the most silent of all the Morteia, which was saying a lot since none of them were talkative to begin with. Among the Morteia, he was the only one to match Niko's impressive height.
He bowed before saying, "A matter has come up, Highness." Although the Morteia – at least this group – were all childhood friends, they also insisted on formality while doing their work and thus did not call Niko by his first name.
The two of them made their way to the hidden dungeons of the Livingfire School of Caros.
"Highness?"
"What is it, Ilia?"
"I had not known you were good friends with the Chairman's daughter."
For a long while, Niko did not speak. And then he said quietly, "She is the only person in this world that holds power over me."
The rest of the Morteia stood in waiting for their Prince's command when Niko and Ilia reached the dungeons.
A vampire, held in chains, growled and hissed invectives at them. He was not mad. He had not reached that level yet. But he was evil.
"Who sent you?"
"I shall never tell a child like you," the vampire jeered.
"I thought it likely but I was feeling merciful." Niko looked at the vampire dispassionately. "Now, I am not."
The vampire only had a second to appreciate the young man's words before he was screaming in pain. He had believed he was dealing with a child, but now he knew. He had been wrong…and it cost him his worthless life.
Only a heap of ashes remained.
"This is the second vampire we have caught since we came here, Highness," Darius, Niko's second in command, reported.
"There will be more," Niko said before turning away. "Be sure none of you speaks about this. It is not yet time."
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The Morteia Chronicles 01.01

5/25/2020

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To humans, the Livingfire School for Caros is a private academy built for the children of an elite organization.
And in a way, it was true for were not Caros elite and could their secret race not be considered an organization? Caros are special beings who live by drinking blood. They are extraordinarily powerful, exquisitely beautiful, extremely cunning, and as a rule, they are governed by three desires: power, wealth, and passion.
They are also innately selfish and manipulative. Cold, too – for Caros have extremely black-and-white views of life. If you were to cross one and the laws of life prove you wrong, a Caro would not hesitate to break your neck in the blink of an eye, with nary an expression marring their cold and pale faces. Caros are not creatures quick to anger, but if their fury is ignited, it lasts forever.
Prologue
"There they are." Everyone began whispering. Different words but the same meaning…different reactions but the same feeling… All eyes were trained on the small group of individuals that had just entered the canteen.
They were collectively known as the Morteia, Caros that had been summoned by Fate to defend their race from the greatest dangers. The identities of the Morteia were only revealed when their race faced the greatest perils, and these times were certainly that.
The Morteia was the hidden power behind the Brethren, Caro's governing council. They were not to be mistaken for leaders or peacemakers.
They were never that.
The Morteia were born and bred to be killers and for that, even their own kind was afraid of them.
But of course, fear often can turn into excitement, a dangerous kind of attraction even.
She should know.
She felt it herself. She was attracted not just to one of them. No, it was never that easy for her. She was attracted to the Prince of the Morteia, Niko de Luca. Maybe it was even love. But it had nothing to do with the fact that he was Morteia. If anything, she regretted such fate for him because it meant that he had to constantly risk his life for their race.
She had always, always, always liked him, ever since they met three years ago and she had saved his life, and he had saved hers in return.
She had been running for her life, unable to believe that vampires truly existed. And they were not the beautiful, gentle creatures that fiction portrayed them to be. They were horrible, bloodthirsty, and evil.
She ran, oh God, how she ran.
But he was too fast and soon he was upon her. She could not believe she would die this early, and so close to home…but no help would be forthcoming even if she called, was there? Her father was a drunk and her mother had left them long ago for another man.
The story of her life was no different from the thousands who led the same impoverished existence she did, but it never diminished the pain and frustration that plagued her every night. She yearned constantly for a chance to change her life and believed that God would soon grant her plea.
Could death be that chance she had been waiting for?
She felt so weak. She had no urge to fight anymore. Her eyes closed slowly as she gave in to the inevitable. Maybe life beyond death would be Paradise. 
But nothing happened.
"Open your eyes, angela piccola."
She did and the most beautiful person was smiling at her tenderly. "Don't give up on life just yet, hmm?" He had black hair that flashed like sapphires under the light. It was a unique shade that never failed to dazzle. His eyes were the same, turning midnight blue to ebony, depending on his mood. 
She blinked rapidly, but the vision did not go away. Was he real?
But there was no time to ponder such things for the growling behind them told her that the danger was far from over.
She watched warily as he closed his eyes, as if exasperated. When they opened, his fangs had protruded and his face became a cold, unreadable mask. The face of a killer, she thought, for only a killer would be indifferent to taking and losing lives.
And a vampire, she thought right after, her breath hitching. She had been almost killed by one and saved by another?
She hardly dared to breathe as the fight ensued. He was alone against so many of them and she stood up, thinking madly of a way to help him.
"No." It was him. He had not looked at her, had not stopped slaying.
But she knew what it meant and sat back down with shaking knees. He did not want her to interfere and she would follow him because right now, she did not know anything and she feared him causing more trouble.
There seemed to be no end to the fight. But it did stop. Bodies lay before them on the ground. She had never thought she'd see so many dead bodies. She wanted to throw up but stopped herself…or tried very hard to.
"Thank you," she whispered as he approached her.
She gasped when he suddenly stumbled down and she rushed to him. "What's wrong?" she asked, kneeling before him.
"Careless," he muttered almost inaudibly.
There was so much blood. Would he still live?
"Do you…do you…do you need to drink from me?" She did not know where the words came from but knew they were right the moment she spoke for them. This young man did not seem to be the type to take blood just from any person for any reason.
He did not speak.
"I won't mind. I want to repay you for saving my life."
She had almost thought she had to ask him again when he finally nodded.
She closed her eyes and waited…and almost gasped when his lips grazed hers before kissing so deeply there was no other recourse but to kiss him back and letting him inside her mouth.
"It will hurt less this way," he whispered against her lips.
She had no time to understand him because in the next instant, his fangs had pierced her neck. There was only the slightest bit of pain and after that it was ecstasy.
He insisted on walking her back home afterwards.
Covered by darkness, he stopped when they were only a few feet away from her front door. "Take better care of yourself, angela."
And then he was gone.
Her father was drunk again. He beat her for coming home late but the pain of his attack was blunted out by the memories. For the first time, she found something to anchor her amidst the beatings: one that would take her away from this world of hurt.
She concentrated on remembering his face, his smile, his voice, and oh, his kiss.
She thought she would never see her again, but she was wrong.
He came to her home the very next day, dressed beautifully in a suit that may have looked ridiculous on other young men. But on him, it looked exactly right. 
Her father was gaping.
Soon, she, too, was gaping. She could not believe he was buying her from his father!
And then it was done.
Alone, they faced each other. Her father had long left, thrilled at the astounding fortune given to him for selling his only flesh and blood.
"You know it was the only way for me to take you away from him, don't you?"
With perfectly clear hindsight, she realized it was true and she nodded.
"I owe you a favor and with our race, favors have to be returned at all cost. With this, I repay you. Do you have somewhere to go?"
She opened her mouth to lie.
"I thought not."
She crossed her arms defiantly against her chest. "You don't have any responsibility towards me."
"I think I do." It was almost as if he was murmuring to himself. "I fear I do."
She felt hurt at his words and became even more determined not to be beholden to him. "I can protect myself."
He looked at her as if he had forgotten she was there.
That irked her even more. She was about to tell him he could leave when he spoke again.
"I have a safe place for you, one where you will be loved and protected."
She drew back warily. "There's no such thing."
"Such havens are admittedly few, but they exist. You know in your heart they do. This is the chance you have been waiting for, is it not? The chance to turn your life back around? Will you not take it?"
And she remembered then. Hadn't she promised to herself that she would?
"I'm scared." It hurt to reveal the truth.
His cold eyes became gentle. "Don't be. I will always be here for you."
Chapter One
Joey stretched luxuriantly on her bed, smiling at the feel of sunlight against her face.
"Good morning, princess."
It was her foster father, Ricardo Esposito. He was the Board Chairman of the Livingfire School of Caros, the human to whom almost all Caros entrusted their children's future. He was a wonderful father and his love for her, which had been there right from the start, had made it easy for her to embrace the new life he and Niko de Luca had given her.
He was already in his sixties, but looked twenty years younger. He had long given up on marriage but had still dreamt of having a child. Niko de Luca had known this and it was why he had asked the older man to adopt Joey. Her biological father had not put up a fight, not when he was paid yet another fortune for it.
He handed her a steaming mug of coffee. It was one of the many ways he spoiled her.
"Good morning, Father." It had taken her about a year before she could call him that. But now it felt absolutely right. "You shouldn't have done this. I keep telling you-"
"It's just my way of making you feel loved." In the three years they were together, Ricardo still felt frustrated that he could not do more to atone for her childhood. Silly old man. As if he really owed her anything.
"I already know that."
"Love is something you can never get enough of. Especially when it's from Niko de-"
"Father!" she growled.
"You're blushing," he pointed out laughingly.
"Just stop about Niko de Luca! We're just friends! Honestly!"
He looked at her knowingly but said, "If you say so."
Although Joey was human, she, too, was educated at Livingfire School for Caros. Ricardo was grooming her to succeed in his position when he retired in the distant future and she was happy to be trained because she could not envision anything better and safer. Even these days, safety was still her first priority and she felt safest within the protected walls of Livingfire.
Their morning recess came and most of the students went to the canteen – it did not look like one, though, and rivaled the elegant restaurants found at five star hotels – while a few opted to eat outside school. Livingfire was liberated that way.
As what's usual, she ate with her two friends. Eden was one of the few humans like her who studied at Livingfire. She had been orphaned early and adopted by her family's Caro sponsor. She was quiet and thoughtful, but occasionally displayed a ruthlessness she had probably learned from her Caro family. She was tall and willowy, with long straight dark brown hair, and an ivory complexion that made her look like a Caro herself.
Zack, on the other hand, was a pure-blooded Caro. His hair was the lightest of gold – something he inherited from his European mother – but his eyes were the color of darkness. He was considered to be one of the most popular guys in school and would have been more so if he just wasn't…so…scary. He spoke only when he had to, glared almost the rest of the time, but for some weird reason, Zack didn't intimidate her and she had treated him no differently the first time they met. It was probably the only reason why he spent time in her company – she was the only person who would not gush or run away at the sight of him. With Zack, it was always one or the other, for guys and girls alike.
A hush descended on the canteen and she knew without looking it was the Morteia again.
Eden continued eating serenely but she and Zack looked up from their food as they passed.
There were seven of them – two of which were girls and considered to be a miracle by many. Most Caro males had not the strength to become part of the Morteia.
The Morteia looked straight ahead as they walked towards their table, one specially designated for them at the end of the hall. Their red and gold uniform, which was similar to what was used by the Brethren, was awe-inspiring. Each and every one of them, even the playful Dashin, was just as awe-inspiring.
She held her breath when they neared their table. She always did that.
Niko , who always walked behind the rest of the Morteia, stopped before her table. He always did that, too. She was never the one to initiate conversation. It was always him.
"Hello, Joey." His voice was soft and melodic. The other Morteia stopped, waiting and watching silently.
She willed herself to act normal, especially with almost every Caro girl in the canteen scowling at her in jealousy. "Hello." Their eyes met.
He smiled at her. "How is your father?"
"He's good as always," she said, unable to help but smile back.
"That's good." His eyes settled on Zack for a second – there seemed to be an unspoken bond between them, one that resembled enmity – before nodding to Joey and rejoining the Morteia.
"Honestly," she whispered to Zack. "What is it between you and Niko?"
"Absolutely nothing," Zack said blandly.
After two more classes, lunch break came and she went inside her father's office without knocking. They always shared lunch together and it was a time she always looked forward to.
"What's for lunch, Fa-" She stopped dead on her tracks when she realized there was someone else in her father's office.
It was Niko de Luca and he stood up at the sight of her. Caros were a lot of things, but they sure did have lovely manners.
"Hello, Joey. I hope you don't mind me joining you and your father for lunch?"
"Of course she doesn't," her father said heartily as he stood up, too. "It's just like old times, isn't it?"
If looks could kill, her father would be six feet under now.
The three of them proceeded to the conference room that adjoined his father's suite. It also served as a dining hall when necessary. "You used to come visit us all the time," Ricardo continued. He was about to pull a chair for Joey but Niko had already beaten him to it. He hid a smile but his eyes were twinkling.
She glared at him before saying stiffly to Niko, "Thanks."
"My pleasure," he said with another gorgeous smile then took a seat next to her rather sitting at her father's other side. It was a very unconventional position, especially for Caro standards, and her father choked back a laugh.
She honestly couldn't understand Niko de Luca. He was doing all sorts of things that made her think the impossible. He almost made her believe that he liked her. But that couldn't be. He was the Prince of Morteia and a Morteia prince was only allowed to marry a Morteia like him.
She wasn't a Morteia. She wasn't even a Caro. So what hopes were left? But she was being too presumptuous, wasn't she? He still hadn't said anything that would let her-
"May I?" His soft voice startled her and Joey realized that he was holding her table napkin. She nodded and he placed it over her lap.
"Thanks," she mumbled. She could feel her father grinning and didn't dare look at Ricardo.
"Always my pleasure to serve," Niko said.
The meal proceeded with Ricardo carrying most of the conversation. Niko spoke when he had to while Joey stayed mostly silent.
"So, Niko, I was surprised – pleasantly surprised, of course –at your visit. To what do I owe you the pleasure of your company?"
"Nothing. I simply missed the company of your family." Niko answered in a pleasant voice, one that made the words seem a polite formality.
"Ah. I thought you were particularly missing-"
She stepped on her father's foot as she interjected hastily, "How is your training, Prince-"
"Niko," he said.
"Niko," she repeated and felt a rush of happiness. Only a few were permitted to call him by his first name.
"It is as it always is." Niko's vague answer did not surprise her. He tended to be secretive when it came to the Morteia.
"How about you, Joey?"
"Me?"
He nodded as he patted his mouth with his napkin. He put the napkin down and turned to look at her. "I notice that you and Zack Mancini spending a lot of time with each other. Perhaps there is something I should know?"
There was nothing in Niko's beautiful face or voice to reveal his thoughts or feelings on the matter.
But she still could not help wonder. Was this mere curiosity on his part or was he actually…jealous?
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IT STARTED WITH A SECRET 01.17

3/15/2020

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"I thought you guys would last longer than this."
Aya jumped in shock when she heard a familiar voice whisper into her ear, and whirling around, she found Wind standing behind her, an undecipherable look on his good-looking face.
"W-Wind," she stammered. "Hey." And when the import of his words sank in, she could only smile and say nothing.
The awkwardness of Aya's smile spoke volumes, and he murmured, "You don't want to talk about this?"
She shook her head. If she said a single word about the whole Minato and Cissy thing, it would just make things sound too final and real. She wasn't ready for that yet, and so when Wind suddenly started talking about the game she was working on, Aya eagerly lost herself in the conversation and gave updates on High School Love's progress.
Since flag ceremony was over, it only seemed natural for Aya and Wind to continue talking while walking back to class. While it was something Aya didn't think much of, with how her mind was now consumed by updates on her otome game's progress, Wind wasn't as dense and noticed right away the way other students were staring at them. In their school, a guy walking a girl to class basically meant the two of them were going out...
"Weird." Aya finally noticed the stares that were going their way.
"Isn't it?" Wind's voice was bland.
"Anyway, this is me..." She pointed to her classroom. "I'll try to drop by the lab later if I can."
"Sure."
Raven waited until Aya was in her seat before asking under her breath, "What was that about?"
"Game Club stuff," Aya answered blankly. "Why?"
"So you weren't making you-know-who jealous?"
"What?" Aya was stunned. "No!" But it was finally becoming clear to her, how the way she had been talking to Wind so animatedly could be misinterpreted, and her shock turned to horror. "Do you think..." Raven slowly nodded, and Aya was filled with dismay. Minato had seen her with Wind? What could he be thinking now? Did he think she was making him jealous or that she was trying to get back at him? 
She waited for Minato to contact her, but he never did, and when classes finally ended for the day, she was miserable and even more confused. How could Minato change just like that? Had he really been toying with her all that time?
"Aya? Why are you just standing there?"
She looked up, startled. Apparently, her misery had made her absently head up to the library, and she forced a smile as she moved forward. "Um, hey, Ms. Grant."
"I was about to text you," Minato's mother said. "Can you do me a favor and keep an eye at the office while I head down to the faculty room? I need to speak with Mr. Landers."
"Oh, okay. Sure." She was hoping to ask Karin if she knew anything about why her son was giving her the cold shoulder, but that would have to wait, with Karin looking to be in a terrible hurry. 
"I'll be back as soon as I can," Karin promised.
"I'll be happy to wait," Aya assured her. "I don't have much to do anyway." When Karin left, Aya made her way inside the office---
Oh my God!
She fell back against the door, stunned as she found herself staring up at Minato's gorgeous, brooding face.
"M-Minato?"
Several moments passed before he spoke. "I know you have every right to hate me right now---"
Harsh regret haunted his jade-green eyes as he spoke, and it was all she needed to see. 
"If you give me a chance to explain---"
Unable to wait any longer, she flung her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. "I missed you so much." She had only wanted to say the words, but somehow her emotions got out of control that she ended up choking the last word out with a sob.
Minato groaned. "Aya..."
And then he was pulling her into a tight hug, and she started crying in earnest, her tears wetting his shirt in seconds.
"I'm sorry, angel," Minato whispered. "I hated having to hurt you, but I needed to convince Cissy we're over." 
"But we're not?" he heard her ask in a small voice, and the words had his arms tighten around him in a crushing embrace.
"We're never going to be over," he said harshly.
"T-Then why..." She felt him breathe deeply at the question. After a moment, Minato gently pulled back, and she had to swallow back a cry of protest.
"There's much we have to talk about, unfortunately." 
When Minato took a seat on the couch, she hesitated then started to sit down herself, only to have him pull her down, and she ended up curled in his lap.
"I need you close," Minato said gruffly. "I'm still having a hard time you're with me again, and you didn't even..." He breathed hard. "I meant what I said earlier, you know. You have every right to be furious with me---"
She quickly shook her head, saying tremulously, "Just tell me why you did...those...things." 
Self-loathing filled Minato at the way Aya's voice caught. If only he could swear to her right now he wouldn't hurt her again like that. If only. But he goddamn couldn't.
"Cissy saw us together and confronted me about it," Minato said abruptly.
Aya didn't know what to think. "A-And?"
"I told her I wanted to keep our relationship a secret because I wanted to protect you from being bullied."
"And she believed you..." It did sound plausible, after all.
"She did. But she also chose to blackmail me over it. If I didn't go out with her and break things up with you, she told me she wouldn't just show pictures of us together. She'd also tell everyone that she and I were dating first...and that you threw yourself at me to steal me away from him."
"What? That's so...I mean...is she out of her mind?" Did Cissy think they were in an episode of Gossip Girls or Pretty Little Liars?  "Doesn't she know or care that blackmailing is a criminal offense? Or that she's being a little too melodramatic---"
"Aya." Minato was suddenly gripping her hand. "My family back in Japan can't know about you...or Karin." 
Disconcerted by his sudden seriousness, she stammered, "Of c-course. I remember you telling me that---"
"Then do you also understand that, until I find enough dirt to turn the tables around on Cissy, I need to continue being with her?" 
Oh.
"The only reason I'm able to meet with you now is because I asked for Karin's help. Cissy thinks I'm stuck in Karin's office doing library work. If Cissy had the smallest suspicion that I'm using the library to secretly meet up with you..." His hold on her hand tightened. "I can't take that risk, Aya."
"What exactly are you saying?" she whispered unevenly, and her unease grew when he only continued looking at her. "Minato?"
"I'm sorry."
Her chest tightened. "I don't understand. Are you really suggesting that we stop seeing each other---"
"I just need more time," Minato said urgently, "to figure out a way---"
"But how long is that going to take?" she interrupted shakily. "What if you never---"
Minato yanked her to his arms, but for once she refused to submit to him. She tried to struggle free, but his arms only tightened.
"I'll never let you go, Aya. I warned you about that, remember?"
She struck his chest with her fist. "You won't let me go, but you also want Cissy---"
"I don't give a fuck about her," he snapped, "and you know it."
"Do I---" She broke off when Minato suddenly grasped her hand and slammed it over his heart. 
And when her eyes flew to his, he said roughly, "This is your proof. Do you feel how hard it's beating?"
She did.
"It only does that when I'm with you, and I need you," Minato said fiercely, "to believe that." Hard jade green eyes locked with hers. "I need you to trust me, Aya. Can you do that?"
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it started with a secret 01.16

8/20/2018

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​Aya wanted to throw up. But even so, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the latest photo posted on Cissy’s Instagram account. It was of Minato and Cissy, their faces pressed together for a selfie. It should have been completely innocuous really, but where Minato was concerned – a guy notorious for his dislike of social media and having his photos taken – it was practically a declaration of love.
“Enough of that.” Raven snatched her phone back from Aya’s hand when she saw her friend’s face start turning green again. “Staring at the photo won’t change anything,” she muttered gruffly.
Aya still couldn’t speak. She was just too hurt and confused, unable to understand how in a matter of mere hours, her world had been completely turned upside down.
“Why don’t you try calling Minato?” Raven suggested.
“What for?” Aya whispered. “I mean, the photo says everything there is to say---”
“Do you honestly believe that?”
Aya took a deep breath. Think, Aya, think. She might not have known Minato for long, but she’d also like to think that she wasn’t so stupid as not to know when a guy was a jerk for real. This photo with Cissy was definitely a douche move, but like Raven pointed out – was it truly the kind of thing Minato would do?
Her fingers trembled as she called Minato’s number, but the call never pushed through. Either he was out of range – or he had deliberately switched his phone off.
“Don’t make any assumptions,” Raven advised. “Wait until recess break. You could try going to his class then. Okay?”
Aya gave her friend a weak smile. “Thanks for keeping me from going crazy.”
Raven squeezed Aya’s hand, saying simply, “You’d do the same thing for me, too.”
The two of them deliberately waited for first period to start before returning to class. By that time, everyone’s attention was firmly on the teacher, and so no one had any chance to wonder why Aya’s face looked a little pale.
When the bell for their fifteen-minute recess break finally rang, Raven – seeing that Cissy seemed determined to head towards their direction – quickly dragged Aya out of her chair so they could run for the door.
Unfortunately, this immediately backfired with the two of them bumping into a human wall.
Raven and Aya glanced up.
It was Minato.
He was gorgeous as ever, but before Aya could utter a single word, his jade-green eyes swept past them dismissively just as they heard Cissy let out a giggle from behind them. “Miss me already?”
Aya’s heart broke as she watched Minato’s lips slowly curve into a sexy smirk. “What do you think?” And he walked right past her, as if she was completely invisible.
 
****
 
Aya and Raven met up with Luc for lunch, and one look at Luc’s grim expression told Aya that their other friend already knew what had happened. News sure traveled fast, she thought dully, where popular kids were concerned.
“We need to think of a plan,” Luc murmured under his breath.
Raven nodded approvingly. “Exactly what I was thinking of.”
Aya was bewildered. “A p-plan?”
“It’s clear she has something on him and----” Luc paused. “Wait. Don’t tell me---” His tone was incredulous. “Are you serious? You actually fell for Cissy’s act?”
“Of course she didn’t. Only an idiot---” Raven broke off when she noticed Aya’s blank look. “Aya, really?” She let out a groan. “It was so obvious that Minato was faking it.”
“It was?”
“I’ve seen how that guy looks at you,” Raven said dryly, “and trust me, it wasn’t the same way he was looking at Cissy. He doesn’t give a shit about her, but she’s just too much of an airhead to realize it.”
Hope blossomed inside of her, but Aya was terrified to give it free rein. “You really both think Minato was playing along with her for some reason?”
“Wyndham’s in love with you,” Luc said simply, “and I don’t think he’s the type who falls in and out of love so easily.”
Aya squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. “But he’s never really said the words…”
Raven rolled her eyes. “He’s a guy, Aya. I know hearing ILY would be nice, but these days, most guys simply don’t see the need for it.” Her tone became rather pointed at the end, causing Luc to raise a brow.
“I just don’t know if I can believe that,” Aya mumbled. “I mean, if you think about it, Minato and Cissy make a better pair. It’s never really made sense for him to fall for someone like me---”
“What do you mean someone like you?” Raven was exasperated. “Stop belittling yourself.”
“I’m just being realistic,” Aya protested.
“If you really want to be realistic, then how about you try thinking of the situation objectively,” Raven retorted. “Do you honestly think that the whole time Minato was with you – he was faking it?”
Aya slowly shook her head. Minato was the type to think faking was a waste of time. If he had lost interest in her at any point, he would have dumped her then and there.  
“If he wasn’t faking it, then do you think he could’ve been dating Cissy behind your back?”
No. Aya shook her head again. That wasn’t Minato’s style either, which meant…
When Aya finally lifted her gaze, both Luc and Raven did their best to suppress their smiles upon seeing the fierce expression on their friend’s face. She looked like a cute little puppy ready to do battle and defend the big bad wolf from a vulture, and it was just too adorable for words.
“You guys are right,” Aya declared. “It’s not like Minato to do something like this, so it’s more than possible Cissy’s making him do it.”
“That’s the spirit,” Raven cheered.
“Have you tried contacting Minato?”
“I couldn’t reach him earlier, but I’ll try calling him again…” Aya’s heart thudded against her chest as she tried to call Minato once more, but it was just as before, and she had to struggle to contain her disappointment.
“I’ll try asking around discreetly,” Raven said after a moment, “see if maybe Cissy’s let something slip.”
“I’ll do the same,” Luc averred. “Meanwhile---” His tone gentled as he addressed Aya. “Just keep trying to call Minato and don’t let this get you down.”

Thursdays were the one day of the week that students of Sacred Heart Academy lined up out in the courtyard to sing the national anthem. This time, however, no one had their eyes on the flag. Instead, everyone was looking at Cissy and Minato, the two of them once again together and the former clinging to the latter like a vine.
Aya was torn between running away in tears and charging towards the two to break them apart. Minato was hers. Hers. He was the love of her life, the guy she had crushed on for years, the only guy who had touched her in ways that she knew she could never bear have any other man touch her.
So why was he with someone else?
To distract herself, Aya started singing in her mind. Min’to, do you love me, are you joking, say you’ll never ever leave from beside me…
And surprisingly, the trick worked, and in spite of the pain in her heart, Aya found herself smiling, not realizing that by doing so she had caused several people to turn her way.
First, there were Luc and Raven, and because both of them knew Aya very well, the two was certain that Aya had thought of something incredibly silly to distract herself.
Second was Cissy, furious and disbelieving, knowing that the smile on the other girl’s face was genuine. Damn her. How had she the strength to actually smile like that even when Cissy already had Minato with her?
Third was Wind, his gaze hard, and his jaw clenched as he stared at the only girl who had near captured his heart. I warned you, Wyndham. It was not his style to make trouble between couples, but since the other guy was now with Cissy, that meant he no longer had to restrain himself.
And finally, there was Minato, whose handsome face became expressionless as he watched Wind make his way to Aya.

Sorry for the delay. > . < It's from this chapter onwards that we're veering away from the original plot of the story, which - albeit something I still love - was 100% much more suitable for a shoujo manga rather than a steamy new adult novel like this.
The plot originally included a BEAUTY PAGEANT, with lots of slapstick comedy scenes and, well, let's just say it might be a little too juvenile for most of you.
Anyway, it will take me a bit more time crafting each chapter from here on because of the change in plot (the essence is the same, but with new scenes). Anyway, keep your fingers crossed I'll be able to update with a new chapter sometime this week! 
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it started with a secret 01.15

8/3/2018

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Click here to read Chapter 15.

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First of all, thank you for the patience!
Secondly, this chapter turned out longer than planned (two chapters' worth, I'd say), hence the delayed release. Apologies for that!
Thirdly - hope you'll enjoy this chapter and please let me know if you do? 

P.S. Many of you have been asking about another FREE story of mine, and it will soon be updated HERE on my blog. Still free, of course. Can you guess which one it is?
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IT STARTED WITH A SECRET 01.14

7/20/2018

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Minato smirked at the look on Aya’s face. “How exactly did you think I was going to make it up to you? Were you imagining something else?”
Aya’s face flared with color. “N-Not at all.” But because this was actually a big, fat lie, she was unable to meet her gaze and concentrated instead on digging into the omu-rice he had personally prepared in the library’s kitchen. The dish was how Minato meant to make it up to her and –
Her eyes went wide as saucers at her first taste.
“Wow!”
Her gaze flew to him in shock. “It’s so good!” And because she couldn’t help it, she took another spoonful, and another, and another –
“Wow.” It was Minato who said it this time, his tone impressed. For someone so petite, Aya had finished that plate rather quickly.
Aya was horrified. “I…I…”
“Would you like another plate?” he asked politely.
“Umm.” Resist it, resist the temptation, remember you’re part of The Resistance…  
Minato pushed his chair back. “I can get you one right now if you’d like…”
Her mouth started to water, and that was it, and she heard herself succumb to the evil wills of her stomach as she said in a small voice, “Okay.”
And that was how the rest of their lunch break went, with Aya forgetting how quickly time flew as she found herself using Minato’s delicious omu-rice to hide her nervousness. She could feel him watching her all the time, which then made her keep feeding herself – anything to avoid thinking about the still-surreal fact that she and Minato were going out now.
When she told Raven this in one of their free periods, her friend couldn’t stop laughing. “So basically, you gave yourself diarrhea just to avoid having to talk to your boyfriend.”
Aya covered her face in absolute mortification. “I just…it just…suddenly hit me, everything that’s happened---”
“Everything?”
Flashes of memory blitzed past Aya’s mind.
Minato and her kissing at the rooftop garden, his large hands squeezing her ass…
Minato making her come in one of the shower stalls…
Raven’s jaw dropped open at Aya’s heightened color. “Don’t tell me---”
Aya started fanning herself. “Something’s seriously wrong with the school’s AC. It’s just gotten so…”
“Fucking hot?” Raven asked dryly.
“Raven!”
But guilt was written all over Aya’s face, and Raven sat back in her seat, shaking her head in sheer disbelief. Unbelievable. That Wyndham guy sure moved fast, and although this made her worry a little for her endearingly naïve friend, one look at Aya’s adorably happy expression told Raven it was better to keep her worries to herself.
When classes ended for the day, Aya went straight to the library and planted herself next to the windows at the far back, which afforded her the best views of Minato playing soccer.
Karin, having just come out of the library office, smiled to herself when she saw Aya standing by the windows, a mesmerized look on her face. This girl who didn’t know how to keep a single thought to herself, she thought fondly, was exactly what her son needed.
After taking a quick snap of Aya, she moved forward and just before reaching the windows, she let out a small cry as if suddenly finding out something distressful. “Oh my.”
Aya started in surprise, and turning to the librarian, she saw the older woman gazing at her in dismay. “What is it, Ms. Grant?”
“You’re, umm, drooling.”
Oh my, indeed!
Aya went through her pockets in a panic, wanting to wipe any horrible evidence before Minato could –
She heard the librarian burst into laughter, and her fingers stilled.
Karin flashed the girl a peace sign when Aya looked up. “I was just kidding.”
“Ms. Grant!”
“I couldn’t resist it. You were just too cute.”
“You weren’t like this before,” Aya grumbled.
“You weren’t dating my son before,” Karin retorted.
One second passed –
And then Aya let out the tiniest squeal of pure bliss. “Oh Ms. Grant, please don’t stop embarrassing stuff.” And yet her sparkling eyes were begging Karin to do the opposite. Say it again. Tell me more. Call me the future Mrs. Wnydham, please!
When Minato got to the library after soccer practice, it was to find his mother and girlfriend giggling with each other in one corner, and for one moment he simply stood still, watching them.
It was one of the most beautiful sights in his life.
Deciding it was best not to interrupt them for now, he silently laid his bag on the corner and took off his shirt to change. But just as he was about to reach for the new one he had in his bag, he noticed Karin swiping on her phone –
“Karin!”
Karin and Aya visibly started in their seats.
“Oh, you’re here.” Karin’s was utterly casual. 
Aya, however, was frozen. 
Minato. Sweating. Half-naked. 
​The librarian turned back to Aya. “Now where were we…”
Knowing better than to try swiping the phone out of his mother’s hand, Minato did the next best thing by coming up behind Aya and covering her eyes with his hands. “Stop showing her that!”
“It’s just baby pictures,” the librarian protested.
“It’s child abuse,” he snapped.
“Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you don’t look cute.”
“You dressed me like a girl until I was two,” he growled in exasperation. “What the hell’s cute about that?”
“A lot,” she said with a sniff, “but right now I think you have something else to worry about…”
Seeing the pointed look she directed at Aya, Minato looked down, puzzled, and almost jumped back in shock when he saw Aya frozen like a statue. Taking his hands off her eyes, he crouched down, asking urgently, “What is it?”
But Aya refused to meet his gaze, and his worry grew. “What’s wrong?” He rose up, moving forward, and this seemed to make her panic, causing her to back away –
Ah!
The chair toppled backwards, and Aya would have fallen if not for Minato snatching her to safety and pulling her close.
She slammed against his body that was all too hard, all too sweaty, all too EVERYTHING!
Minato felt Aya slowly grow heavier in his arms, and he looked down at her with genuine alarm. “What the fuck, Aya---”
“It’s because you’re too sexy,” she mumbled in shame-faced admission.
Seconds passed –
And then Karin burst into laughter, having seen the way her son struggled to keep his composure even as color stained his cheeks. Oh, you lovely boy. How reassuringly immature Minato acted wherever his girlfriend was concerned!
Aya only started breathing normally again when the librarian forced Minato to get to the private room at the back to change. When he returned, he looked gorgeous as ever, but it was also slightly saddening to see him all covered up in shirt and jeans.
Seeing the look on Aya’s face, Minato asked, “Want me to take my shirt off again?”
Aya let out a horrified gasp, but with her flaming cheeks all too easy to read, this only made mother and son chuckle. Guess it’s official, Aya thought glumly. Sadism was definitely a genetic thing with these two.
With Karin refusing to go out for dinner with them because “she didn’t want to play third wheel”, Aya once again found herself walking out of the library with just, well…
Her boyfriend?
The thought nearly had her swooning, and she couldn’t help but steal a look at Minato, needing to assure herself that this was indeed real.
Minato raised a brow when he saw Aya peeking at him. “What is it?”
She hurriedly looked away, mumbling, “Nothing.” But actually, it was everything and she had a hard time not pinching herself. Why was it, the longer she was with Minato, the harder it was to believe that they were truly going out?
When Minato noticed Aya walking so stiffly next to him, he tried to make her relax by casually asking her how her day went.
“Just the usual,” Aya answered rather shyly. “I went straight to the library as soon as classes ended. I wanted to watch you---” Oops.
He grinned. “So you were watching me play?”
Gaze resolutely fixed on the path ahead, Aya gave him a small nod, all the while praying that Minato didn’t end up thinking she was such a stalker.
But then she heard him murmur in satisfaction, “Good.”
Aya’s head snapped back to Minato. “It is?”
He shot her an odd look. “Do you think I’d rather you watch another guy?”
Her mouth opened and closed. Didn’t that make it seem like he was…possessive of her?
With the school parking lot empty save for a few cars, Minato waited until he had helped Aya into the passenger seat before bending down to steal a quick, deep kiss, his tongue prying her lips open to have a sweeping taste of her mouth.
When Minato lifted his head, Aya was dazed, her eyes clouded with desire, and when she spoke, she could barely manage to be coherent as she stammered, “What if – s-someone – I t-thought – c-careful?”
Minato laughed. “Relax. There’s no one around.”
But he was wrong.
As Minato got behind the wheel and pulled Aya close for another kiss, neither of them noticed a girl watching them from the shadows, her eyes dark with hatred and envy. 

And we're back again (in more ways than one)!
Firstly, I hope you enjoyed this newest chapter for Minato and Aya. :) As always, they're just too cute that it makes me all giggly and giddy whenever I write about them. I hope you guys feel the same way, too. :D
Secondly, ICYMI - I have a new book out. I was supposed to release Andreus: Part 2 but due to unforeseen circumstances (a.k.a. social anxiety, which has made it near impossible to write), I ended up putting that one aside temporarily and writing RAYYAN instead. And I actually finished it!
So if you haven't grabbed a copy yet, please do so! Just click here for an excerpt and all the download links. :)
​Anyway, that's it on my end. See you on the next chapter!

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IT STARTED WITH A SECRET 01.13

6/19/2018

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Please click THIS LINK to read the chapter.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter - it's just my little way of saying THANK YOU for everyone's understanding and patience.  
P.S. To read this chapter, you will need to click the link above. From here on forward, chapters with mature content will be posted on Google Docs - still free to read, it just requires one additional link. 
P.P.S. I'm so, so thrilled that things are finally heating up between Minato and Aya!
And WHOA about Wind! As I'm rewriting this one chapter at a time, I totally did not see that coming. It just...happened? No complaints though - should make things more interesting, don't you think?  
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