Sorry, I'm Just a Weak Little Vampire

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t fell from his chalk as he aggressively drew th

urned his head. His sharp e

ver her face. Soft, rhythmic breathing came

e chalkboard. The sharp crack echoed

arked. "Stand up and

sk. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, pushed her chair back, and stood

dripping with condescension. "A high-tier shadow beast ambushes you. As a

hey stared at the back row, waiting to see if th

tincts immediately supplied the answer: a single-strike obl

leared her throat and arranged her face in

ediately find a deep hole, bury yourself, and wait for the monster to eat its fill and le

, the classroom

s burst into roaring, uncontrollable laugh

ist clenched so hard the chalk

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ers!" Elias roared over the laughter

crossed her arms, look

ortant rule," Genevieve argued

salie's soft, breathy voice. "Besides,

anipulative catchphrase thrown out as a joke made her

o stop his heart from exploding. He gla

s to save you?" Elias as

. She threw her ha

eaten," she said matter-of-factly. "

ered. The pureblood aristocrats in the middle rows

side of the room,

silver-rimmed goggles up the bridge of his nose. His sharp

caught a fleeting glimpse of sharp, calculating clarity in

ively at Genevieve, treating

spat. "Stop emba

nce of shame. She picked up her textbook, placed it back

p, her voice sweet and clear, and delive

ext five minutes praising Rosalie, using her bril

r eyes. She didn't care about the c

ickly. As they walked up the aisle, they actively swerved to

hoved her book into her bag, stretche

watched her isolated, unbothe

ly destroy her own reputation? Do