"Noah!""Noah, get up!"The urgent whisper yanked Noah Varyn from a fitful sleep. Miss Valerie, a slender woman in her mid-30s with weary but gentle eyes, hovered over his small bed.The room was shadowy, with only a sliver of light slipping through a cracked window, casting faint glows on the worn wallpaper of the Adrian mansion’s tiniest bedroom.Noah rubbed his amber eyes, groggy as he sat up."Already morning?"His voice was hoarse, weighed down by exhaustion."Yes, it is," Miss Valerie replied, her tone grave with a hint of worry. She was hurriedly piling his clothes—faded jeans, an old t-shirt—into a battered laundry basket."You need to move, Noah. You know how Madam Celeste is about tardiness."Noah’s stomach churned at the mention of Madam Celeste Adrian, his uncle’s wife, whose sharp cruelty matched her stilettos. He glanced at Miss Valerie’s quick, careful hands and hesitated, the warmth of his bed pulling at him.With a reluctant sigh, he slid out of bed, the cold floor st

The ballroom was quieting down, the air heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint clink of champagne flutes. Guests lingered in a loose circle, offering their farewells while presenting gifts to Madam Celeste, who stood at the center, flanked by her close confidante, Lady Gaga.Madam Celeste’s forced smile sparkled as she accepted each offering, her sharp blue eyes appraising them like a hawk eyeing its next meal. A man in a tailored suit presented a small velvet case, bowing slightly.“How thoughtful, dear,” Madam Celeste purred, her voice dripping with artificial warmth. Another guest handed her a neatly wrapped package, and her “Oh, how charming!” echoed, though her eyes remained cold and distant.As the crowd dwindled, Madam Celeste and Lady Gaga slipped to the side, their whispers sharp and conspiratorial.“Did you see that tacky scarf Mrs. Carlton gave me?” Madam Celeste sneered, holding up a vibrant shawl with disdain. “As if this makes up for her husband’s crumbl

The corridors of Verrath City College hummed with student chatter, the echoes of celebration lingering after Steven Jones’s proposal to Elara Trump. Noah Varyn stood rooted to the spot, his amber eyes wide with disbelief, heart racing as he watched his fiancée—now ex-fiancée—smile radiantly at another man.Cole George, his closest friend, pulled at his arm, concern clouding his blue eyes.“Let’s go, man,” Cole urged, but Noah’s feet seemed cemented to the polished marble floor.Shrugging off Cole’s hold, Noah stepped forward, his voice cutting through the dwindling applause.“Elara!” he called, his words heavy with confusion and pain.Elara turned, her blue eyes locking onto his, her smile flickering briefly before turning cold. Noah’s face was a portrait of anguish—jaw clenched, hands shaking at his sides.“What’s happening? What’s going on, Elara?”Elara, stunning in a form-fitting dress, her fair skin glowing under the hallway’s lights, adjusted the glittering ring on her finger wi

Noah dashed into the shadowed alley, his sneakers slamming against the uneven pavement, the dim streetlamp throwing jagged shadows. The girl's piercing scream still rang in his ears, raw and urgent.He slid to a halt, his amber eyes sharpening as he saw her, pressed against a graffiti-streaked wall, her dark eyes wide with terror. A hulking man towered over her, his grin cruel and threatening, flanked by two others clutching baseball bats."Hey!" Noah's voice thundered. "Back off the girl!"The leader whipped around, his face contorting in confusion. "Who do you think you are?" he sneered, eyeing Noah. "What, you some kind of hero?"His cronies laughed, their jeers echoing off the walls.Noah lowered his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His chuckle started soft, then grew, matching theirs. The men’s laughter faltered, their brows furrowing. The leader’s expression hardened."What’s so damn funny?" he snarled, stepping closer. "Stop it, or you’ll regret it!"Noah’s laughter did

Noah, still standing in front of his uncle, Mr Adrian, whose eyes were still widened in shock as he gazed at his wife, madam Celeste, who was also in shock too as she gazed at Noah Varyn, who still had his face gazed to the floor."Are you sure that is what you want to do, you really want to leave this mansion?."Mr Adrian asked as he lowered his glasses to his nose level and gazed at him."Yes, uncle Adrian, that is what I want to do."Noah Varyn responded as he gazed up at him, his voice now laced with seriousness. Mr Adrian gazed at him eye to eye for a second."Okay then, if it is what you want then I will support you."Mr Adrian spoke as he broke the stare and took up his magazine."What!"Madam Celeste exclaimed as he gazed curiously at Mr Adrian and then gazed back at Noah Varyn with a scornful gaze."Uhmm...thanks uncle but there is no need for that, I am going to get a per time Job in the city and I will sort my need with my salaries that I will be getting."Noah spoke as he