Blood Sisters
I never meant to steal her power. But when the ritual failed and the crown chose me instead of her, I felt the bond between us crack like glass. Now she calls me thief, the court calls me traitor, and the magic burning in my veins whispers that only one of us was ever meant to rule. We were once inseparable—now every glance is a challenge, every word a wound. The throne isn’t what divides us. It’s the truth we’ve both been hiding.The knife missed my throat by a breath, but the betrayal cut deeper. I stared at my sister across the shattered altar, her chest heaving, eyes blazing with tears and fury. "You stole it," she whispered, voice breaking like the ceremonial bowl at her feet. "You took what was mine."
Rain lashed through the broken dome, dousing the sacred flames. The crown on my head pulsed hot, alive—choosing me, rejecting her. I didn’t ask for this. I loved her before I ever knew what power tasted like.
Behind me, the council murmured treason. Ahead, she raised her blade again. This time, I wouldn’t dodge.
But then the ground split—a scream from below the temple. Something ancient was waking, and it knew both our names.
Hively Zoin
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Heartbeat After Midnight
You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded train platform, then a shared umbrella in the rain. But every time we get close, something pulls us apart. This isn’t just attraction. It’s inevitability. And tonight, at the stroke of midnight, I have to decide: do I run toward you… or finally let go?
When Hearts Collide
I never believed in love at first sight—until the moment our eyes locked across the chaos of the protest. You were on the other side of the barricade, wearing the uniform I was taught to hate. But in that second, none of it mattered. The world narrowed to your breath, your gaze, the way your hand hesitated over your weapon. Now I'm running toward you or away—I haven't decided which. And every choice after this will rewrite who I am.
Silent Love
You’ve loved them for years, but never spoken a word. It’s not fear—not exactly. It’s the quiet terror of balance: say nothing, and you keep what little closeness you have; speak up, and even that might vanish. They laugh with you, seek you out, linger after class—but is it kindness, or something more? You don’t know. And now, as graduation looms, silence feels like surrender.
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