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Sun glints off Hawthorne’s dark brown hair, bringing out the natural red highlights. Broad shoulders block the sun from hitting the book in front of him. Several female students sit nearby, gawking at him, but he doesn’t glance in their direction.
I set my peace offering on his book, then sit beside him.
— Jan 16, 2026 06:06PM
I set my peace offering on his book, then sit beside him.
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average human
is 50% done
And then it happens again and again and it’s repetitive and it feels like we’re stuck in one play so. Bye
DNF 155/304
1/22/26
— Jan 22, 2026 09:53PM
DNF 155/304
1/22/26
average human
is 50% done
I’m just bored. Nothing seems to actually be going anywhere. Like Ik they’re mutually attracted to each other and trying not to die but it just seems like the same thing over and over again each time with a different male lead. Mc gets attacked Mc saves her. Mc does something that ml doesn’t approve of because “unsafe”. It works and ml talks to Mc about being protective and shit. And they both agree
— Jan 22, 2026 09:53PM
average human
is 46% done
I slowly walk around the room, admiring how the tan and white furnishings continue the airy theme. White wooden bookshelves stand tall against the brick and are full of worn books, framed pictures, and small mementos. I lean in to study a snapshot of a younger Gatlin standing in front of a pyramid in Egypt with a broad smile on his face.
— Jan 22, 2026 02:16PM
average human
is 35% done
A beautiful strand of pearls comes to mind. Fifteenth century. Used by the Earl of Salisbury to choke his mistress. I place my hands on the guy nearest to me. He lurches backward, coughing and wheezing, then starts clawing at his throat. Red creeps up, covering his face. He motions frantically for his friend to help him.
— Jan 20, 2026 01:41PM
average human
is 7% done
There has got to be a better way to differentiate them because those are basically the same thing. I’d wager demons smell like muskier natural scents like burning fire and wood grain while elves are light not subtle natural scents like sweet flowers and tart fruits. But the author used musk to illustrate elven scent.
— Jan 12, 2026 09:47PM
“Open it.”
Flicking a glance at me, he plucks the bag off his book and slowly eases it open.
I laugh. “It won’t bite you.”
He stares down into the bag, then reaches in and grabs the cupcake. Holding it up, he raises an eyebrow. “Why are you giving me food?”
“It’s not food,” I snort. “It’s a double chocolate mocha cupcake from the best bakery in town… It’s also a peace offering.”
He stares at me, as if trying to decide whether I’m sincere or not.
“Take a bite,” I urge him. The air is filled with the sweet scent of chocolate intermingled with his earthy smell. All of which smells delicious.
A small smile replaces the stoic expression. With a discreet flick of his wrist, two forks appear in his hand. “Share it with me?”
Smart man. “Only if you take the first bite. I’m dying to see the expression on your face.”
He purses his lips but gives in to my request. The moment he puts the bite in his mouth, his sea-green eyes light up. Not a word passes his lips until he swallows. “This is hands down the best cupcake I’ve ever eaten. It’s pure bliss. You’re forgiven.”
I watch his tongue slide across his lips to catch the lingering frosting and almost groan at the thought of how delicious he must taste. With a shake of my head, I lean in close and whisper, “There might be a teensy bit of magic in the recipe. A Fae owns the bakery.” I snatch up a fork and take a bite. Flavor explodes in my mouth. Mmm.
A knowing look passes between us. “I’ll need the address of this miraculous place.”
I shake my head. “Sorry, I can’t. Sworn to secrecy. Besides, this is my secret weapon. You never know when I’ll need to bribe you or ask for forgiveness.”
A shutter comes down over his eyes, the laughter fading away as if it never existed. He studies me for a second. “Or you could just be honest with me.”
When I say nothing, he shakes his head and takes another bite. “Maybe one day.” He finishes his half, then motions to the notebook in front of him. “Let’s work out the final details for this project. I’d like to work on the outline for the lecture this afternoon.”
This is exactly why none of my relationships has ever worked out. Who wants to date someone who can’t tell them the truth? Who always hides things from them? I can’t reveal myself to anybody, but especially not to a supe. It’s so tiring. Maybe I can tell them some of my secrets. Not about my pact with the gods, but perhaps I can share things about me. My abilities. I need to think about it.
I paste a smile on my face and open my notebook. It takes us about an hour to finalize the details. Once we’re finished, I pack everything up and make an excuse to leave. For now, it’s probably best to keep things strictly professional between us. I lick my lips, catching the lingering taste of chocolate on them, and feel kind of sad I won’t taste his lips on mine.