All Chapters of STAR ACADEMY : Chapter 171
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The forecast had warned of a storm, but nothing like this. All morning, the temperature had climbed mercilessly, which was quite unusual for this time of year, the meteorologist had said on the morning news, his forehead glistening with sweat despite the air-conditioned studio. By noon, the heat had become a living thing, pressing down on the city with suffocating weight, making the air shimmer above the asphalt and turning car interiors into ovens.Then, just as the sun began its descent, the wind arrived.It started as a distant howl, building steadily until it was screaming through the streets, bending trees and sending debris flying. Power lines swayed dangerously, tree branches snapped like matchsticks, and then, with a final flicker, the lights went out.Not just in our house. Not just on our street. The entire neighborhood was plunged into darkness."Perfect," Adeline mutters, peering out the living room window at the darkened street. "Just what we needed."I'm checking the cir
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Three days after the storm, life has returned to a semblance of normalcy. The power is back on, the fence repaired, and our routines have resumed their familiar rhythm. I've returned to my work at the company, while Adeline has thrown herself into restoring the garden that suffered during the storm.Neither of us has mentioned what happened during the past three days. It's as if we've both agreed to pretend it never happened.But something has shifted between us, subtle but undeniable. I catch her watching me sometimes, her expression unreadable. Our casual touches, from passing the salt to brushing past each other in the hallway, linger a fraction longer than necessary. The air feels charged with unspoken words, with possibilities both thrilling and terrifying.It's Tuesday afternoon when I return home early. I'm halfway through working an event budget when I hear the doorbell ring. I glance at my watch, frowning. Adeline is at her pottery class and isn't due back for another hour a
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Three days after the storm, life has returned to a semblance of normalcy. The power is back on, the fence repaired, and our routines have resumed their familiar rhythm. I've returned to my work at the company, while Adeline has thrown herself into restoring the garden that suffered during the storm.Neither of us has mentioned what happened during the past three days. It's as if we've both agreed to pretend it never happened.But something has shifted between us, subtle but undeniable. I catch her watching me sometimes, her expression unreadable. Our casual touches, from passing the salt to brushing past each other in the hallway, linger a fraction longer than necessary. The air feels charged with unspoken words, with possibilities both thrilling and terrifying.It's Tuesday afternoon when I return home early. I'm halfway through working an event budget when I hear the doorbell ring. I glance at my watch, frowning. Adeline is at her pottery class and isn't due back for another hour a
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confines of my pants. Her voice is ragged, her pupils blown wide with hunger, and the way her nails dig into my shoulders tells me she's past the point of patience.I don't hesitate.With a growl, I yank her lace panties to the side, exposing her glistening folds. She's soaked, her arousal coating her thighs, the scent of her musk thick in the air. My fingers slide through her slickness, and she bucks against my hand with a whimper."Look at you," I murmur, dragging my thumb over her clit in slow, teasing circles. "You're so wet.""For you." Adeline's breath hitches, her hips rolling desperately. "Only You." I feel a bit uncertain and withdraw my hand. She snarls, gripping my wrist and forcing my fingers back inside her, grinding down with a shameless moan."Touch me," she demands, her voice trembling. I wiggle my fingers in her heat but she grabs my other hand and groans "Not just there, everywhere. I need you to feel you all over."I let her guide my hand around her body. She does
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The tablet sits on my nightstand like a ticking bomb. I've opened it twice, fingers hovering over the keyboard, only to snap it shut again. The deadline glows red in my mind whenever I close my eyes.Sleep is impossible. At 2:17 AM, I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb Adeline, who for once seems lost in peaceful slumber rather than the thrashing nightmares that have become routine. Her face in repose looks almost innocent, devoid of the calculated expressions she cycles through during waking hours.The garage might offer some peace. It's the one space Adeline rarely enters, claiming the chemical smells irritate her sensitive nose. Moonlight filters through the small windows as I pad across the concrete floor, making my way to the workbench.A tiny movement in my peripheral vision makes me pause. I inhale slowly, telling myself it's probably just a rodent. I turn my back to the shadow, reaching for the cabinet where I keep household repair manuals—and my private notes on Adeline'
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For the first twenty minutes, nothing happened. Carter stayed crouched behind rubble, watching the tree line to the east. His tablet showed no movement from other teams yet. Maybe they were coordinating. Planning their attacks. Deciding which buildings to hit first. The next day started the same way as the previous days. Dean Morrison's announcement at 7 AM, teams assembling, everyone exhausted and injured but forcing themselves to keep going. "Day three challenge: Extraction," Morrison announced. "Hostages have been placed in designated buildings throughout the facility. Each hostage is worth points based on difficulty of extraction. Teams must locate hostages, extract them safely, and escort them to designated safe zones. The challenge ends at 1800 hours." A pause. Then the complication. "However, teams carrying hostages are vulnerable to ambush. If your hostage is stolen by another team, they receive double points. Physical confrontation is expected and permitted." The a
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In the tastefully adorned living room, the morning sun pierced through the light curtains, casting warm hues across the furniture. Marie-Stella sat on the plush armchair, cradling a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. Her expression revolved between a tired disappointment and peppery annoyance. Meanwhile, Evelyn was sprawled out on the nearby couch, her fingers busily tapping away at her Laptop, seemingly engrossed in her work.Then the phone rang again for the thousandth time that day.Marie-Stella screamed in frustration.Evelyn rolled her eyes and groaned. “I swear if that guy calls one more time!” They let it ring. “Can’t imagine the balls on this guy,” scoffed Marie-Stella. “And to think I wore that dress.”“Want me to set the law on his behind?” Evelyn offered.Marie-Stella sighed, and shook her head. Evelyn looked taken aback. “Uh, pardon me Madam but what is up with you these days?”“What do you mean?” asked Marie-Stella.“Well, first of all,” began Evelyn. “The old you wou
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The world tilted sideways as Lilian's mother's words echoed in her ears. Pregnant. She was pregnant with Daemon's child."That's impossible! I would have known," Lilian gasped, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. Zoey's eyes filled with tears as she reached for her daughter. "Oh, my sweet girl. Predator pregnancies are different. They hide themselves from detection for weeks, sometimes months. Your body has been protecting the child from your own awareness."Lilian's father stepped forward, his own face a mask of fury and confusion. "Predator? You're telling me my daughter is carrying the child of our enemy?"Lilian felt the walls closing in around her. The small cottage that had seemed so warm moments ago now felt suffocating. "It's not that simple," she said, her voice barely above a whisper."Then explain it to me. Make me understand how my daughter ended up mated to a Predator," her father demanded. Zoey moved to stand beside Lilian, her hand resting gently on her daug
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The metallic scent of blood filled the small cottage as Lilian lay motionless on her mother's bed. Her breathing came in shallow gasps, each one weaker than the last. Dark crimson stained the white sheets beneath her, spreading like spilled wine across fabric."She's losing too much blood. The baby... it's fighting to survive, but her body can't handle the strain," Zoey whispered, her hands trembling as she pressed clean cloths against Lilian's abdomen. Daemon paced the cramped room like a caged animal, his fists clenched tight. Every few seconds, he'd stop and stare at Lilian's pale face, then resume his restless movement. "There has to be something we can do," he growled, his voice raw with desperation. "Anything." "She needs help beyond what I can provide," Zoey said as tears streamed down her cheeks.The cottage door burst open, and Wilder stumbled inside, his arms full of medical supplies. His usually perfect appearance was disheveled, his hair falling across his forehead as
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The silence that followed Oliver's entrance was heavy. Kieran stared at her in disbelief, his red eyes flickering between rage and confusion."You lying witch," he spat, his fangs extending fully. "You contacted me yourself. You gave me her location."Oliver stepped further into the room, her movements predatory and confident. "I gave you exactly what you expected to hear," she said. "Did you really think I would hand over Daemon so easily? I'd never."Daemon struggled to sit up, his eyes fixed on Oliver with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. "Why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Oliver's expression softened slightly as she looked at him. "Because despite everything, I know what real love looks like," she said. "And I know you'd never forgive yourself, or me, if she died."Kieran snarled and lunged at Oliver, but she was ready. She slid past his attack and grasped his face. Then looking up at Giselle she said, "Protect my friends."Understanding dawned on Gisele's face