Fated To Twins

school, her dark brown eyes observing everything without revealing a single emotion on her face, which seemed as if it had been sculpted from cold stone. There was no room for weak

challenge in her harsh life; students wandered through the corridors, chatting cheerfully, some laughing, others

ther coat covered almost her entire body, making her look like a shadow moving gracefully through the crowd. Her long black hair was tied back tightly so that it wouldn'

r..." whispered a group of girls nearby,

father had abandoned her and his pack, but at least he had trained her well.

ng the harsh stares and cruel whispers that followed her wherever she went

ing at her with disdain and scorn. They knew her story-or at least the version they'd h

but she knew that weakness wouldn't be forgiven here. She took slow, deliberate steps. Her face

ty. The girl wore a tight, glittering dress that exaggerated her figure, and her green eyes gleamed with malice. "I can't believ

nd words. The girl tensed but didn't back down, knowing she was protected. The three boys beside

to run away like your father did?" one of the boys

Liana didn't move. Her muscles were tense beneath the leather coat, every part of her body ready to strike,

re wasn't by chance, nor was it out of a desire to mingle with others. She was here for a

ion wasn't intentional, but it was enough to draw everyone's attention. Sh

t that was part of the school uniform. His light brown hair fell freely over his forehead, as if he didn't care about keeping it nea

as though she was sinking. Something about him drew her in. He wore his uniform like a

t deep voice. His tone wasn't hostil

to him. She continued on her way without giving him an

though trying to decipher something, as if he knew something

right?" Aaron continued

tudent, but he didn't try to follow her. He was used to girls talking to him right away,

one of his f

tone filled with an unusual curiosity. To him, Liana was

e continuing on her way. But she could feel his sharp

from everyone, but observing. Her eyes moved quickly from face to face, analyzing every movement, every glance, every whisper. She knew that many of them saw he