My Bloody Teacher
Beatrice, a spirited university student, finds her world turned upside down on the first day of her second year. Between navigating friendships, a budding romance, and the challenges of academia, an unsettling presence looms. Her new school coordinator, Mr. Hayes, is not just exceptionally handsome; he possesses an unnerving intensity and a mysterious aura that draws Beatrice in, even as it signals danger. As strange occurrences begin, including a life-threatening incident and an inexplicable, fiery attack on her mother's workplace, Beatrice is thrust into a terrifying reality where secrets, hidden powers, and an undeniable, dangerous attraction collide. Will she uncover the truth behind Mr. Hayes's enigmatic nature before it's too late?“F*ck it, I'm not going,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror, taking in my frizzy hair and a new zit. Lie to me by Tate McRae played softly in the background. Maybe I should just call in sick and try again tomorrow. I scratched the scar on the back of my neck, frowning. No choice, it was the first day of second year, and a bad start meant a bad year.
My wavy hair was a risk, never knowing if it would cooperate. Today, the hair gods clearly hadn't blessed me. As I grabbed a brush to tame the half-curls, my phone blared, signalling it was time to leave. Of course. Late wasn't an option. I quickly grabbed another shirt, some hair stuff, and concealer, stuffing it all into my bag. Kenna honked twice, her usual urgent signal. The day Kenna is late is the day dogs fly.
“Be a bad bitch today,” I winked at the mirror, then ran downstairs, almost tripping over Moose, my dog. My mom sighed, “One day Beatrice, you're going to break your ankle.”“But today is not that day, mom,” I smiled, grabbing the packaged lunches she’d made for me and my friends. “You are a star, mom, I don't know how you do it.”
Kenna honked again. I kissed her and Moose, pulling on my biker boots, and ran out. “Honestly Tris, I don't know how you can be late EVERY day!” Kenna scolded, pressing the gas. I apologized, put on my favorite tunes, and started singing Fast Car by Jonas Blue and Dakota, louder and louder, adding false notes just to make her laugh.
Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Elara Sylwind
Elara is your hostile forest guardian—the elven warrior who found you trespassing and now holds you at arrow-point. Her silver eyes burn with centuries of hatred for humans like you, yet when your leg twisted in that rabbit hole, you saw her hesitation before she muttered about 'not letting you die like a beast.' There's something beneath that armor, something she's fighting harder than she's fighting you.
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