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Mama is mad. The thunder bites like that every time she gets a twitch in her left eye.
It’s not my fault his pencil dick didn’t make me want to stick around.
Alone, he was needy, whiny, and a raging fucking pussy. With his friends? He’s just an asshole with an inflated sense of self-importance.
It’s like our magic is as sullied as our lifestyle. Rotting in the pits of Hell taints our abilities. Not in my case, obviously. This place took them away entirely.
“What I lack in power, I make up for with strength because I refuse to be left vulnerable to motherfuckers like you,” I bite, ready to kick him while he’s down, but I think I’ve already proven my point.
“I don’t recall inviting you here, so I’m struggling to see why you would be welcomed, let alone warmly,” I grunt, hands flexing at my sides as he simply smirks at me.
“I didn’t create a Void and neither did your mother. It’s not possible. It will all be taken care of at the academy. Now, what shall it be?”
Tf does that mean “all taken care of”
I have no fucking clue what’s happening, but when have I ever?
Oh, great. It looks like I’ve got more pompous shit to deal with.
At least if I want to take a run and jump off of it, it’s not too far away.
As usual, I was wrong. Possibly even cursed at this stage. Nothing seems to work in my favor.
She sits tall in her seat, nervously rubbing her lips together as she continues to eye me. “And your name is…” “Raven Hendrix.” Her skin practically turns to ash as her eyes widen and her hands fly to her chest. She’s dipped in fear, laced with poison, and on her way out. I’m sure of it.
“If you’re going to be a raging bitch, then be a raging bitch. Don’t hide your true colors out of fear. That’s more distasteful than my dirty boots on your untouched floor.”
“The past is the past unless you decide to make it the present, and I’m really not loving that idea.”
“Do you always have such words of wisdom?” A laugh passes my lips before I can stop it. “If you were raised in the depths of Hell, you’d have some mantras to live by as well.”
There’s a moody one and a flirt. How original.
They’re all easily over six feet tall, making my five foot seven feel short in comparison. Do they only accept giants around here or something?
“Who are you?” “Raven.” “Raven who? I don’t know a Raven,” Mr. Band Tee states, and I smile. “Now you do.” He completely ignores my sass as he points to himself.
Creed is Mr. Quiet with the onyx eyes, Eldon with the wicked grin, and Brax the muscle man.
I might be here, but that doesn’t mean I have any answers. Shit, I’ve got more questions than them at this point.
Nevermind surviving Silvercrest, I need to survive living in this goddamn house.
She literally knocked the wind out of me last night when she unexpectedly jabbed me in the gut, but it seems that’s a turn on.
“From the swing she took at me last night, I’d say she’s not as weak as you think.”
I so badly want her to show everyone up on the first day holy shit if she doesn’t I’m going to be so upset
Is she checking us out? Please fucking check me out.
“Eyes on the prize, Eldon,” he bites, tapping his temple as a reminder. It takes me a second to realize he doesn’t mean Raven is the prize like I had hoped. No. He means living to see another day. If the fates allow it.
“What can I say, Little Bird? You’re in the presence of greatness.” I wrinkle my nose as Brax shoves his elbow into Eldon’s gut with a grunt. “Not when you say cringy shit like that.”
“Please tell me why you have the Bishops glaring at anyone who looks in your direction?” “Who?” Leila shakes her head with amusement flickering across her lips. “The Bishops. Eldon, Creed, Zane, and Brax.”
“Do you always answer a question with one of your own?” she pushes, cocking her eyebrow at me. “No…well, maybe, but that’s beside the point,” I admit, both impressed and irked by the fact that she can call me out so quickly.
“Pick your battles, Raven.” “I do. I choose all of them.”
“No fucking way,” Eldon grunts, leaning forward and rolling over the finish line first. Motherfucker.
“But I must say, Raven, you have me impressed so far.” I turn to face her as she assesses me, eyes slowly trailing from the tips of my sneakers to my face. “I have a feeling you’re going to shine like a star here, Raven.” I laugh, shaking my head at her. That’s not the compliment she wants it to be. Not to me, at least. “The issue is, Professor Figgins, stars don’t shine. They burn.”
“It’s hard. They’re the Bishops of campus, like Gods on land, but they keep everyone at a distance. They don’t show any emotion past a snarl or a flirtatious grin, which is why it’s strange as hell that they have such a protective stance around you, no offense, housemate or not. I won’t be the only person intrigued by the fact, that’s for sure.”
“Okay, let’s see if that’s true.” Before I can even ask what she means, Leila yells at the top of her lungs. “Finn!”
Creed shrugs, leaving the response to come from Eldon. “Making sure everyone knows you’re off limits.”
Brax’s response went down about as well as someone slapping your mom across the face.
“The only thing that matters right now is Raven listening to us.” Brax’s voice is as gruff as it was back at the dining hall, which means he’s holding his ground. “I feel like we should explain things to her a little more. She’s not wrong about the fact that we’re crowding her every move,” Zane states, making my brows bunch in annoyance. “Don’t forget the overstepping, making an ass of yourselves, and attempting to dictate who I can and cannot speak to,” Raven hollers, not even bothering to glance back over her shoulder at us.
“You were dead right, Eldon. This is all going to work out absolutely fine. Not a single issue is going to crop up. You’ve got it in the bag, big man.”
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I grumble, making her laugh a little louder. I’m sure she does it to get a reaction out of them, but it’s slightly amusing, so I don’t try to stop her.
“Raven.” I freeze, a chill running down my spine as I glance around. Where the fuck did my name just come from?
“Does this look like somewhere I would choose to come to? I have no fucking clue how I got here, I just arrived here from the transport. I’ve been walking for hours, miles, and nothing has changed around me. So, I really don’t need you showing up and yelling at me. If you’re here to be helpful, I might find it in me to use my manners and say thank you, but your surly attitude isn’t making it likely.”
“That would be better for you, and, selfishly, I’m making this about me, but I don’t care.”
“You can’t wear that.” I turn around with a pointed look to question Eldon, but Leila beats me to it. “Says who?” “My dick,” he retorts instantly, and all the guys chuckle at him.
“Yeah, you definitely have them under some kind of spell, Raven,” Leila says with a chuckle, pulling my attention away from them for a moment. “Why?” “Because they never ever come to parties at the memorial. Which means they’re only here for one reason, and that’s you.”
He glances slowly from Finn to me and back again. “Fuck off before I add you to one of the mausoleums for laying hands on my girl.”
She’s badass and adorable. Why is that so hot?
“Do you want me to taste you right here, Little Bird, where they could walk in or—” “Oh, we’re already here now. There’s no need to stop on our account.” Zane’s comment whips our gazes toward the front door where the three of them stand.
“Not tonight, Little Bird. This is all about you,” I breathe, my cock pulsing even harder at the delayed gratification. The corner of her mouth tips up as she lifts an eyebrow at me. “If it were about me, you would give me what I want.” “Holy fuck,” Zane grunts from his position by the front door, making her smile grow wider.
“One taste won’t ever be enough of you, Raven. Consider your taste on my tongue a show of me being yours.”
Clearing my throat, I subtly shake my head. “I told you, your friends are hot too.” “And I told you I don’t care. Sharing is caring in these four walls, Raven. The quicker you learn that, the more fun we’ll have.”
“I think I kept it from a guy I used to be friends with.” “Friends as in ‘let’s braid each other’s hair,’ or friends like ‘let me stick my dick in you’?” Creed pushes, and I feel my cheeks heat. I can’t actually remember who it belonged to, if I’m honest, but it was definitely option two.
