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You know I LOVE a good sapphic story and this one does not disappoint. I was very happy to receive a copy of this book, Gaza Love, and very intrigued by the title. Instantly, I dove in to give this novella a read so that I could tell you all about it. We are taken immediately to Gaza and quickly introduced to Katie and Nia in the middle of a war.
This is the fifteenth book in the “Girls Kissing Girls” series from author Lee Cushing. This is the first book I’ve read in the series but now I am very interested in going back to read the rest. This is a story that you will likely find tragic as well as transformative.
In the book, we are introduced to Kate, a committed humanitarian worker whose life’s purpose is to lessen suffering in Gaza’s war-torn areas.
Then we have Nia, a character that personifies the harsh realities of war. Nia, a mercenary by trade, lives her life under the constraints of survival and the need to make difficult choices. She is unparalleled in her ability to navigate the complexity of battle zones, yet beyond her stern demeanor is a complicated and fascinating inner life. Nia is quite clearly Katie’s opposite, from early on in the story.
Still, they are drawn to one another. They cross paths and an irresistible attraction that defies the chaos around them is sparked. In this story, we see Cushing explore the subtleties of love and the resilience it offers in the face of suffering. The connection between the two women is so strong and real, it’s hard not to want to root for them.
Even in the darkness of war and strife, they have found something beautiful in life – and in each other. Cushing’s ability to vividly depict the realities of life in a conflict zone is what makes “Gaza Love” so captivating. The contrast between Nia’s mercenary activities and Kate’s humanitarian endeavors serves as a moving reminder of the complex nature of conflict, where morality is frequently ambiguous.
As we read, we see that in the middle of the devastation and hopelessness, Kate and Nia’s love shows itself to be a resilient and unifying force. Their connection will make you reevaluate your assumptions about war and love. It tells the tale of two women who come from quite different backgrounds but who find comfort and understanding in one another.
With a kind yet unwavering hand, Lee Cushing tackles human emotion in his brave and sympathetic writing. More than just a love tale, “Gaza Love” is a meditation on the nature of humanity, the value of empathy, and the unwavering resolve of people who, in the face of overwhelming adversity, work to improve the world. it’s a quick read, but worth every minute.

In the bustling, ever-evolving city of London, where tales as old as time intertwine with the modern pulse of life, a unique love story unfolds—one that defies not just societal norms but the very laws of nature. “A Lesbian Werewolf In London,” penned by the talented Lee Cushing, invites readers into a world where love battles against the odds, wrapped in a narrative that’s as heartwarming as it is thrilling.
A Bond Beyond the Ordinary
At the heart of this captivating tale are Michelle Fox and Amy Hunt, two souls connected by an unbreakable bond. Michelle, a human, and Amy, a werewolf, share a love that transcends the boundaries set by their very beings. Their commitment to each other is tested when Michelle fails to return home one night, leaving Amy in a whirlpool of fear and desperation.
The twist of fate comes in the form of a near-fatal motorcycle accident that leaves Michelle clinging to life. Faced with the harrowing choice of donating one of her lungs or losing Michelle forever, Amy stands at the crossroads of love and sacrifice. The choice she makes embodies the essence of love’s true power— the willingness to give a part of oneself to save another.
A Clash of Worlds
However, their love story is far from a simple tale of romance overcoming adversity. Author Lee Cushing masterfully weaves in the complexities of a world where werewolves and humans coexist in a fragile balance, often tipped by hatred and conflict. The hunters, sworn enemies of the werewolves, emerge as a formidable threat to Amy and Michelle’s future together, adding layers of tension and suspense to an already gripping narrative.
The author’s choice of setting—the gritty yet vibrant landscape of London—serves as the perfect backdrop to this saga, where the urban sprawl meets the wild remnants of ancient lore. It’s in this setting that the story explores themes of survival, identity, and the relentless pursuit of love in the face of daunting challenges.
A Tribute to Legends
Lee Cushing, a name that conjures images of two iconic figures —Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing—pays homage to these legends through a narrative that’s as much about love and sacrifice as it is about the thrill of the chase and the clash of titans. Readers familiar with the body of work of Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing will find nods to the actors’ legacy in the depth and dynamics of the characters and the story’s atmospheric tension.
“A Lesbian Werewolf In London” is more than a novel; it’s an experience. Through the lives of Michelle and Amy, Lee Cushing invites readers to question the nature of love and loyalty, and to consider how far one might go to save the person they cherish the most. The novel is a testament to the strength found in vulnerability, the beauty of a love that defies all odds, and the enduring power of sacrifice.
A Tale for the Ages
In crafting a story that merges the fantastical with the profoundly human, Lee Cushing has carved a niche that will resonate with readers long after the final page is turned. “A Lesbian Werewolf In London” stands as a beacon of hope and a reminder of the indomitable spirit of love that exists within us all, waiting for the moment to shine through the darkness.
This novel is a must-read for those who seek a story that combines elements of romance, suspense, and a touch of the supernatural. It challenges preconceived notions about love and loyalty, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of its readers. In a world that often feels divided by differences, Cushing’s narrative serves as a bridge, uniting us through the universal language of love.
So, embark on this journey with Michelle and Amy, and discover the power of a love that knows no bounds, a story that weaves together the threads of human and supernatural worlds into a tapestry of triumph, tragedy, and the eternal quest for happiness.

On Joining The Trust

It happened a long time ago, my best friend Forrest had pissed off a Greek mobster Stefano Balasi who turned out to be a demonic disciple of the Pisachas cult. (Demon Vengeance). He was responsible for corrupting the first woman I had loved and turning her into a monster which I had to kill.
Finding True Love

That would be my Daphne. My soulmate and wife. She is the best thing in my life, She is my rock.

On Becoming Werewolves

After my Daphne was raped by an Adlet, the only way to save her was for both of us to become werewolves. (Pack Hunters)

On Anton Vladek

Anton can be ruthless but only because he cares too much about protecting the innocent. That's why he was named Vlad The Impaler for his commitment to fighting evil.

On Coming Out As Gay

I first came out in my early teens when I was only 13/14 and was disowned by my Dad who was pissed by my attraction to girls. After a number of short relationships with a multitude of girls, none of which lasted longer than a couple of weeks, until I moved to London.

Emily turned over, "Morning, Baby."
There was no reply.
She felt the space in the bed where Alex slept.
Nothing.
She slipped out from beneath the covers and approached the bathroom door, "Baby, you in there?"
Still there was just silence.
She picked up the cabin phone, "Maggie, you haven't seen Alexa this morning, she wasn't in bed." She paused, giving Maggie the time to reply. "Thanks anyway, Merry Christmas."
She walked from the bedroom, her bare feet stepping on something wet on the carpet.
Emily looked down and saw the red stain.
Blood.
Now Emily was getting worried.
Together she and Alex had put so many killers behind bars.
She considered that maybe one of them was loose and plotting revenge.
She knew it was a long shot but she returned to the phone. "Maggie, it's me again. Do you think I can see a passenger list?" She waited for to finish speaking. "Thanks."
It was over thirty minutes before the knock on the cabin door.
She answered it
The cruise liner's purser was outside, "Here's the list you wanted. May I ask? Is something wrong?"
"Nothing that I want to bother the Captain with at the moment. Thank you again." Emily took the list and began searching through the names, looking for one that she recognized.
The search did not take long.
Adam Boardman.
He had poisoned his wife on their 10th anniversary and it was her and Alexa who had brought him to justice.
But he was supposed to be serving another five years in prison.
Emily returned to the phone, "Sorry to trouble you again, I need to make a ship-to-shore call."
The reply she got began to scare her. "The line is down, how long do you think it's going to be before it's working again. Thanks anyway."
She glanced at the list again, her gaze travelling down to the cabin number by the name.

Having gotten dressed, Emily proceeded along the massive cruise liner and eventually reached the right cabin.
She knocked on the door.
She stood outside the cabin door for several minutes until she was confidant that the room was unoccupied.
She began picking the lock.
The door opened and the sight inside the cabin chilled Emily to the bone.
The walls were covered with pictures of her and Alex.
She picked up the phone, "Maggie, I need security in cabin 1204 now. Yes, it's an emergency. Alex is missing."

Emily hurried back to her and Alex's cabin.
When she unlocked the door and opened it, she realised she was not alone.
Emily froze, staring at the man with a gun.
"I was hired to kill you and your wife, where is she?"
"I don't know."
"It doesn't matter, I'll get to her soon enough. After I've taken care of you. The Aqua Ballroom is under renovation, now move."

The gun hidden in the man's jacket pocket, he took Emily through the corridors of the cruise ship and eventually reached the ballroom.
"Inside."
Emily opened the doors and revealed the darkened interior, "You don't need to do this, we can work something out."
"A contract is a contract, I've never gone back on one in my life. I'm not about to start now."
Emily stepped into the darkness and a single strobelight came on.
The glare from the light silhouetting the shape of a woman.
"You okay Baby."
Emily nodded, "I am now."
"You have one chance to give yourself up."
The gun slipped from the man's pocket, "I have this, what do you have?"
"I have them."
The full lights came on.
The killer looked at the ship's officers surrounding him, each armed.
"You knew. How?"
Alex ignored him and walked towards Emily. "Merry Christmas, Baby. You know I wasn't you let anything happen to you."
Alex and Emily kissed.

When students in Malia's class are killed in a bus crash driven by her father, he survives but into a coma. As her father is blamed for the crash, Malia endeavors to prove his innocence. Together with the local mechanic's daughter Keezy, who is also Malia's crush, they investigate the lives of the deceased students and uncover potential motives for their murders. An added twist is that the ghosts of the students visit Malia to assist in identifying their killer. Malia is conflicted between her growing feelings for Keezy, the quest to the murderer, and her guilt over not visiting her father in the hospital. The pressures of school, family, friends, and uncovering the truth about the crash weigh heavily on Malia, with her only solace being her time with Keezy. She grapples with whether to express her feelings for Keezy or if doing so would add to the chaos in her life.

The premise of this graphic novel fascinated me. The incredibly detailed graphics added extra depth to the story and brought the to life (no pun intended). It's a cross between Cemetery Boys, Heartstopper, and A Good Girl's Guide to Murder. I loved those stories and felt this novel had the best aspects of each. I loved how the ghosts came to Malia to settle their unresolved issues, in turn helps her investigate the crash and with her own problems. The story addressed important topics such as drug addiction, coming out, transitioning, school/career pressures, and family issues. I quickly connected with Malia and rooted for her to find her way, while also hoping that the romantic storyline Keezy would work out. They were super sweet together.

The ghosts - Russ, Shepard, and Emil were all very different, complex and at times flawed characters but ones that pulled you in and made you want to know their stories. I loved how Malia and Keezy interacted with them as the dialogue was snarky, frank, and hilarious in certain moments. That said, big heads up for the ending, which was bittersweet, emotional, yet hopeful. Overall, a poignant and beautifully drawn story.

The iron gates of St. Augustine’s Academy loomed high above Tracy Shaw, their black bars gleaming in the late afternoon sun. She clutched the strap of her worn backpack, her stomach tightening as the gates creaked open. A tall, angular woman in a crisp navy skirt suit stood waiting just beyond them. Her sharp heels clicked against the cobblestones as she approached, her pale blue eyes raking over Tracy with a look of barely concealed distaste.

“You must be Miss Shaw,” the woman said, her voice clipped and precise. She extended a thin hand, which Tracy shook hesitantly. The woman’s grip was ice cold. “I’m Miss Beatrix Everly, the dorm mistress. I’ll be overseeing your stay here at St. Augustine’s.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” Tracy murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Miss Everly gave a tight smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Your parents informed me of your... circumstances.” She drew out the last word, letting it linger like a bad smell. “It’s good they’ve taken steps to address the... situation.”

Tracy stiffened, her cheeks flushing. She didn’t have to ask what “situation” Miss Everly was referring to.

“Come along,” Miss Everly said briskly, spinning on her heel. “I’ll show you to your dormitory. Do try to keep up, Miss Shaw.”

Tracy scrambled to follow as Miss Everly led her across the manicured grounds, her heels tapping out a staccato rhythm on the stone path. The grandeur of the campus was suffocating—towering ivy-covered buildings, statues of saints gazing down with solemn expressions, and perfectly trimmed hedges that seemed too neat to be real.

“It’s a privilege to be admitted to St. Augustine’s,” Miss Everly continued, suggesting she didn’t believe Tracy belonged here. “Our academy has a long-standing tradition of excellence, both academically and morally. We pride ourselves on shaping young ladies into respectable members of society.”

Tracy kept her head down, her sneakers scuffing against the path. She wanted to disappear, to melt into the cracks in the stone.

“I trust you’ll adhere to our strict code of conduct,” Miss Everly went on. “This is not the sort of place where... inappropriate behavior is tolerated.”

Tracy risked a glance at her. “Inappropriate behavior?”

Miss Everly stopped abruptly, turning to face her. Tracy nearly bumped into her but managed to stop just in time.

“Yes, Miss Shaw.” Miss Everly’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes narrowing. “Your parents were quite forthcoming about your... tendencies.” Her voice dropped into a hushed, almost scandalized whisper. “They said you’re... a lesbian.”

The word came out like it was something vile, something unmentionable. It hung in the air between them, heavy and sharp.

Tracy’s chest tightened. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump rising in her throat. “I—”

“Let me make one thing clear,” Miss Everly interrupted, her tone turning colder. “While you are here, you will conduct yourself with decorum. St. Augustine’s does not cater to... distractions of that nature.”

The way she spat the words made Tracy’s stomach churn. She felt exposed, like every part of her had been stripped bare under Miss Everly’s judgmental gaze.

“Yes, ma’am,” Tracy mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Miss Everly gave a curt nod, satisfied. “Good. Now, let’s move along.”

The rest of the walk was silent, save for the rhythmic clack of Miss Everly’s heels and the distant chirping of birds. Tracy’s mind swirled with a mix of anger and humiliation. She’d known this school would be different—her parents had made that clear when they sent her here—but she hadn’t expected the hostility to hit so quickly, so sharply.

They reached a grand building with tall windows and an arched doorway. “This is your dormitory,” Miss Everly announced. “Your room is on the second floor, shared with one of our exemplary students, Miss Alice Pritchard.”

She paused, her expression softening just slightly. “Alice is the principal’s daughter. A model student. Perhaps she’ll be a good influence on you.”

Tracy nodded numbly, unsure what to say.

Miss Everly opened the heavy oak door, motioning for Tracy to enter. The inside was just as imposing as the exterior—gleaming floors, high ceilings, and rows of identical wooden doors lining the hallways.

“This way,” Miss Everly instructed, leading her up a winding staircase. They stopped in front of a door with the number 12 engraved on a brass plaque.

“This will be your room,” Miss Everly said, handing Tracy a small key. “Your belongings should have been delivered already. I suggest you settle in quickly. Dinner is at six sharp in the dining hall. And, Miss Shaw?”

Tracy hesitated, the key cold in her hand. “Yes?”

Miss Everly leaned in slightly, her voice low. “Consider this a fresh start. You’d do well to remember that.”

With that, she turned and strode down the hall, her heels clicking until they faded into silence.

Tracy stood there for a moment, the key heavy in her palm. A fresh start. She didn’t know if she wanted that.

Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and stepped inside.

The room was spacious but sterile, with two identical beds, two desks, and a single window overlooking the courtyard. One side of the room was meticulously organized, with a row of neatly arranged books and a perfectly made bed. The other side, Tracy guessed, was hers—empty, impersonal, waiting for her to fill it.

She set her backpack down and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the plain white walls. The words “your tendencies” and “inappropriate behavior” echoed in her mind, cutting deeper than she wanted to admit.

Just as she was starting to unpack, the door swung open.

A girl stepped in, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, her uniform spotless. She looked like she’d stepped out of a catalog—polished, perfect, and utterly unapproachable.

“Oh,” the girl said, her voice dripping with mock surprise. “You’re the new girl.”

Tracy stood, unsure how to respond. “Yeah. I’m Tracy.”

The girl’s eyes scanned her, taking in her short hair and plain clothes. She smirked. “I’m Alice Pritchard. Welcome to St. Augustine’s. Let me guess—you’re here because Mommy and Daddy think you’re broken.”

Tracy’s stomach sank. “I... I don’t—”

“Don’t bother denying it,” Alice interrupted, her smirk widening. “Everyone knows. Word travels fast around here.”

Tracy clenched her fists, her cheeks burning. “I just want to be left alone.”

Alice laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “Oh, sweetie. That’s not how things work here.”

She grabbed her books from her desk and headed for the door. “See you around, roomie,” she said with a wink before disappearing down the hall.

Tracy sank back onto the bed, her head in her hands. Her fresh start was already starting to feel like a dead end.


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The dining hall buzzed with chatter as Tracy slipped inside, her shoulders hunched. Rows of long wooden tables stretched across the room, students seated in perfect lines, their uniforms impeccable. She clutched her tray, trying to stay invisible.

But as she made her way to an empty seat near the back, she heard a familiar voice ring out, sharp and mocking.

“Nice haircut, Shaw,” Alice called from the center of the room, her clique erupting into laughter. “What happened? Did your barber forget how to cut for girls?”

Tracy froze, heat rising to her cheeks. She ducked her head, gripping the edge of her tray so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Alice continued, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Don’t be rude, new girl.”

Tracy didn’t respond, keeping her head down as she slid into a seat at the far end of the table.

Alice wasn’t finished. “You know, I heard why you’re here.” She leaned forward, her voice louder now, ensuring the surrounding tables could hear. “Apparently, St. Augustine’s is a last resort for troubled girls. What’s the matter, Shaw? Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself?”

Laughter rippled through the room, cruel and cutting. Tracy’s face burned. She stared at her plate, suddenly losing her appetite.

When the meal ended, she bolted from the dining hall before Alice could follow her. Back in the dorm, she shut the door behind her and sank onto her bed, tears stinging her eyes. The humiliation clung to her like a second skin, suffocating and heavy.

The next morning wasn’t much better. As Tracy walked down the hallway to her first class, Alice and her clique appeared, their matching loafers clicking against the polished floor.

“Shaw!” Alice called, her grin predatory.

Tracy quickened her pace, but Alice was faster. She stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Where are you rushing off to?” Alice asked, feigning innocence. “You don’t have any friends waiting for you.”

“Just leave me alone,” Tracy mumbled, trying to sidestep her.

Alice’s smile turned venomous. “Or what? You’ll cry again? Go ahead, Shaw. It’s pathetic, but it’s entertaining.”

The other girls laughed, and Tracy’s stomach churned. She ducked her head, pushing past them and into the classroom.

As she slid into her seat, she heard a voice behind her, low and sarcastic.

“Wow, Alice, do you ever stop talking?”

Tracy glanced up. A girl with fiery red hair sat in the back corner, leaning back in her chair with a lazy smirk. Her uniform was slightly disheveled, her tie undone, and her blazer missing entirely.

Alice turned, her expression faltering. “What did you say, Scolari?”

Nina Scolari shrugged, twirling a pen between her fingers. “Just wondering if your mouth ever gets tired. You’ve been running it nonstop since the first day of term.”

A few students snickered, and Alice’s face darkened. “Mind your own business.”

Nina’s grin widened. “Oh, but this is my business. I’ve got to listen to your screeching every morning. It’s kind of hard to ignore.”

Tracy couldn’t help it—a small smile tugged at her lips.

Alice glared at Nina but didn’t reply. With a frustrated huff, she turned back to her friends, muttering under her breath.

After class, Nina caught up with Tracy in the hallway.

“Hey, you’re Shaw, right?”

Tracy hesitated, glancing over her shoulder to ensure Alice wasn’t following. “Yeah. That’s me.”

Nina stuffed her hands into her pockets, walking alongside her. “Tough morning, huh?”

Tracy gave a dry laugh. “You could say that.”

“Don’t let Alice get to you,” Nina said. “She’s just a spoiled brat with too much free time.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Tracy muttered. “She doesn’t go after you.”

“Oh, she’s tried,” Nina said, smirking. “I just don’t let her win. The key is to hit her where it hurts—in front of an audience. She hates looking stupid.”

Tracy looked at her curiously. “Why’d you defend me?”

Nina shrugged. “Because someone should. And because I can’t stand her.”

For the first time in days, Tracy felt a flicker of warmth.

“Listen,” Nina said, leaning against a locker. “This place sucks, but you don’t have to go through it alone. Stick with me, and we’ll make it bearable.”

Tracy hesitated, studying Nina. Nina's easy confidence was both intimidating and magnetic. “Why do you care?”

Nina grinned. “Let’s just say I’ve got a soft spot for the misfits.”

That night, as Tracy was getting ready for bed, there was a knock at her dorm door. She opened it to find Nina leaning casually against the frame.

“What are you doing here?” Tracy asked, glancing nervously over her shoulder.

“Relax,” Nina said. “Alice and her goons are busy sucking up to the principal at some student council thing. We’ve got the night to ourselves.”

“For what?”

Nina’s grin widened. “For fun. Come on, Shaw. You look like you could use some.”

Before Tracy could protest, Nina grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hallway. They crept through the darkened corridors, avoiding the occasional patrolling staff member, until they slipped through a side door.

The cool night air hit Tracy’s face, and she shivered. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” Nina said, leading her down a winding path through the woods.

After a few minutes, they emerged at the edge of a shimmering lake. The moonlight danced on the water, and the surrounding trees cast long, shifting shadows.

Nina turned to her with a mischievous glint in her eye. “You know what time it is, right?”

Tracy frowned. “No?”

“It’s skinny dipping time.”

Tracy’s eyes widened. “What? No way.”

Nina laughed. “Oh, come on. It’s tradition. Everyone who doesn’t fit in here sneaks out to this lake at least once. It’s a rite of passage.”

Tracy hesitated, looking at the water. “I don’t know...”

“Don’t be such a chicken,” Nina teased, kicking off her shoes. “It’s just water.”

Before Tracy could reply, Nina stripped off her shirt and pants, leaving her in her underwear. She waded into the lake, the water rippling around her.

“See? Not so bad,” Nina called over her shoulder.

Tracy bit her lip, debating. Then, with a resigned sigh, she kicked off her sneakers and pulled off her sweater.

The cool water of the lake lapped against Tracy’s legs as she waded further into the moonlit expanse, her heart racing. Nina was already halfway across, her form barely visible except for the pale glow of her skin under the moon’s gentle light.

“You know,” Nina’s voice floated back to her, “this place may be hell, but the lake is something else.”

Tracy nodded, dipping her head beneath the surface to wash away the day's weight. When she resurfaced, Nina waited, her hands resting on her hips as she surveyed Tracy’s cautious movements.

“You really are a slowpoke,” Nina teased, grinning.

Tracy smiled sheepishly. “I’m just trying to keep up.”

They floated in silence for a few moments, the only sound the gentle ripple of the water. Tracy’s thoughts drifted back to the way Alice had humiliated her earlier, how she’d made her feel so small, so out of place. It was easy to lose herself in the isolation of the school, in the deep, suffocating feeling of not belonging anywhere.

Nina seemed to sense it, her tone shifting from playful to something softer.

“You know,” she said, her voice low, “I’m not so different from you.”

Tracy furrowed her brow, her gaze drifting to Nina. “What do you mean?”

Nina hesitated momentarily, her gaze slipping down to the water before she met Tracy’s eyes again. “My parents sent me here, too. They thought this place would fix me. Thought I was... broken. Just like they think you are.”

Tracy’s breath caught in her throat, the vulnerability in Nina’s words surprising her. “They—”

“They don’t get it,” Nina interrupted, her voice steady. “They don’t understand that I’m not some mistake. I’m just... me. I won’t change just because they don’t like who I am.”

Tracy was quiet for a moment, absorbing Nina’s words. She hadn’t realized that Nina’s rebellious attitude stemmed from something deeper: a place of rejection and frustration with her family. It made her feel a little less alone.

“I think I’m just... afraid,” Tracy admitted softly. “Afraid that if I let anyone get too close, they’ll see what I really am. And they won’t like it. I won’t fit in.”

Nina swam closer; her movements are smooth and graceful in the water. She tilted her head slightly, considering Tracy’s words before speaking. “You don’t need anyone’s approval, Shaw. You need to be yourself. The right people will see you for who you are, and that’s the only approval you’ll ever need.”

Tracy’s heart beat a little faster at Nina’s reassurance, her voice a soothing balm for her raw insecurities. But before she could say anything, Nina grinned mischievously, splashing her lightly with water. “Come on, though—don’t let me have all the fun.”

Tracy laughed, splashing Nina back. The tension between them melted as they playfully circled each other in the water. Their movements grew slower, more deliberate, as the flirting took on a different edge, an unspoken tension simmering beneath the surface.

“You’re way too confident,” Tracy teased, her breath catching when Nina flashed her that wicked smile.

Nina’s expression softened, her voice quiet as she closed the distance between them. “I’ve had to be.”

The air around them shifted as their playful splashing became more intimate. Tracy’s heart beat in her chest like a drum, and she couldn’t look away from Nina’s intense gaze. For a moment, everything else disappeared—the school, the bullying, her fear—and it was just the two of them, suspended in time.

Nina reached out, brushing her fingers gently across Tracy’s cheek. Tracy shivered at the touch, her pulse quickening.

“You know,” Nina said, her voice a little breathless, “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

“About what?” Tracy whispered, her breath hitching as Nina’s face drew closer.

Nina’s lips were mere inches from hers now, and Tracy’s heart skipped a beat. “About how you make me feel... like maybe this place doesn’t matter so much anymore.”

Tracy’s lips parted, her mind racing. She wanted to kiss her, wanted to feel that connection more than anything, but she was still uncertain. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I’m sure,” Nina replied, her voice low and confident. She didn’t wait for Tracy to respond before she closed the distance, her lips brushing gently against Tracy’s.

The kiss was tentative at first, a soft exploration of unspoken feelings, of shared moments and quiet understanding. But it quickly deepened, the urgency of their emotions catching fire. Tracy’s hands found their way to Nina’s shoulders, pulling her closer, her body trembling with the warmth of the connection between them.

Nina’s hands slid into Tracy’s wet hair, tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss. The water lapped against their skin, the coolness in stark contrast to the heat building between them.

“Tracy,” Nina whispered, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “You’re perfect just as you are.”

Tracy’s heart swelled at her words, and she couldn’t help but smile, her fingers tracing the line of Nina’s jaw. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Nina leaned in again, pressing her lips softly against Tracy’s once more, but this time it was different—more deliberate, more hungry. Tracy could feel every inch of her body responding, every part of her waking up to the possibilities between them.

The kiss became more intense, more passionate, as they both surrendered to the moment. Slowly, almost instinctively, they moved from the water, stepping onto the soft sand of the lake’s shore.

They didn’t speak as they sank into the cool sand, the night air wrapping around them like a blanket. Tracy’s hands roamed to Nina’s waist, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingers as their kiss deepened once more. The world outside of them ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, their connection raw and beautiful, unfolding with every touch.

In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the lake and the distant hum of the forest, Tracy and Nina shared something neither of them had expected—but something they both needed. Something that made them feel more alive than they ever had before.



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The next morning, Tracy walked into the dining hall with Nina by her side, her spirits lifted for the first time since arriving at St. Augustine's. The previous night’s swim had felt like a turning point—a moment of connection and joy she never thought she’d find here.

But as they entered, the hall went quiet. Tracy felt eyes on her, whispers carrying across the room like a low hum. She froze, her stomach dropping.

“What’s going on?” she whispered to Nina, her voice tight.

Nina scanned the room, her carefree expression hardening as she noticed students snickering and pointing.

“Something’s up,” Nina muttered.

Tracy’s eyes caught movement near the bulletin board at the far side of the hall. A group of students clustered around it, laughing and exchanging looks.

“Let’s go check it out,” Nina said, her voice steady but laced with tension.

Reluctantly, Tracy followed. Her heart sank as they pushed through the crowd. Taped to the board were grainy photos of them at the lake—kissing, holding each other, utterly exposed.

Tracy’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh my God...”

A loud laugh erupted behind them. “Looks like St. Augustine’s has a couple of lake lovers,” someone sneered.

Tracy turned, her face burning. It was Alice, flanked by her clique, her arms crossed and a smug smile plastered on her face.

“You,” Nina growled, stepping forward.

Alice raised her hands mockingly. “What? I’m just appreciating some fine photography.”

Tracy felt the walls closing in, the stares of her classmates like daggers. Her chest tightened, panic clawing at her throat.

“Nina, I can’t... I need to get out of here,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Nina grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

They left the hall quickly, but the whispers followed them like a shadow.


---

Back in the dorm room, Tracy sat on her bed, her hands shaking as she stared at the floor.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everyone saw those pictures. My parents... if they find out—”

“They won’t,” Nina interrupted, pacing the room like a caged animal. “I’m not going to let Alice get away with this.”

Tracy looked up at her, tears brimming in her eyes. “What can we even do? She’s already won.”

Nina stopped pacing and crouched in front of her, her hands on Tracy’s knees. “No, she hasn’t. Alice is a coward who hides behind her daddy’s power and her little clique. Trust me, I know how to handle people like her.”

Tracy shook her head. “You don’t understand. I’m not like you. I can’t just... fight back. I’m not strong enough.”

“Yes, you are,” Nina said firmly. “You’re stronger than you think, Tracy. And you’re not alone in this.”

Tracy wiped at her eyes, taking a shaky breath. “What are you going to do?”

Nina stood, her jaw set. “I’m going to pay Alice a little visit.”


---

Nina found Alice in the common room, laughing with her friends as if she hadn’t just ruined someone’s life.

“Well, well,” Nina said, leaning against the doorway. “If it isn’t the queen of petty vengeance.”

Alice glanced up, her smile widening. “Nina. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Nina strode into the room, her presence commanding. “Cut the crap, Alice. We both know what you did, and I’m here to tell you it stops now.”

Alice leaned back in her chair, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb,” Nina snapped. “You think you’re untouchable because your dad runs this place, but guess what? You’ve got skeletons in your closet too.”

Alice’s smile faltered for a split second, but she recovered quickly. “Is that a threat?”

“Call it a warning,” Nina said, her voice cold. “Keep messing with Tracy, and I’ll make sure everyone knows about your little side hustle.”

Alice’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Nina leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Try me.”

For a moment, they stared each other down, the tension in the room palpable. Then Alice smirked. “You’re wasting your time, Nina. People like Tracy don’t belong here, and nothing you do is going to change that.”

“We’ll see about that,” Nina said, turning on her heel and leaving without another word.


---

The next day, Tracy’s nightmare reached a new level when Alice orchestrated a humiliating scene during the school assembly.

“Before we begin,” Alice said, stepping up to the microphone, “I think it’s important to address something that’s been on everyone’s mind.”

Tracy froze in her seat, dread pooling in her stomach.

“We’ve all seen the photos,” Alice continued, her voice dripping with mock concern. “And I think we should all ask ourselves—is this the kind of behavior we want at St. Augustine’s?”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, and Tracy felt every pair of eyes on her. Her chest tightened, her hands clenching into fists.

“That’s enough!” Nina’s voice cut through the room like a whip.

All heads turned as Nina stood, her expression thunderous.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, Alice,” she said, her voice ringing out. “Standing up there pretending to be some moral authority when you’re the biggest hypocrite in this school.”

Alice’s smile wavered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think you do,” Nina said, taking a step forward. “You’re so obsessed with controlling everyone around you because deep down, you’re terrified that if people knew the real you, they’d see you for what you are—a bully, a fraud, and a coward.”

The room erupted into whispers, students glancing at Alice with newfound curiosity.

Tracy, emboldened by Nina’s courage, stood as well. “She’s right. You pick on people like me because it’s easier than facing your own insecurities. But guess what, Alice? I’m done letting you make me feel small.”

Alice’s face turned red, her composure cracking under the weight of their words.

“I’m reporting this to the principal,” Tracy said, her voice steady. “And I’m not stopping until they do something about you.”

The assembly fell silent as Tracy and Nina walked out together, their heads held high.


---

The fallout was swift. With Tracy’s report and mounting student pressure, the administration had no choice but to suspend Alice. The school also announced plans to review its policies on bullying and discrimination, a small but significant victory.

In the days that followed, Tracy found herself gaining allies among her classmates, students who admired her bravery and began to question the school's toxic culture.

Through it all, Nina was by her side, her unwavering support a constant reminder that Tracy didn’t have to face anything alone.

Tracy felt like she belonged for the first time—not because she fit in, but because she’d found the strength to stand out.

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