My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 52

Chapter 52

~AMIERA~

“How dare you?” I demand.

He sighs and moves away from me. “Let this be a lesson to all of you. I’m not here to entertain your tantrums. I’m here to learn and teach you all at the same time. I also don’t see the need to paint one’s face

for practice either. Now I want everyone to pick up their swords and find a partner to practice with.”

Who does he think he is? Coming in here with his powerful presence, acting all superior and mighty like he owns this school or something. And then smearing my lip gloss? MY LIP GLOSS. I’m fuming.

So much that I feel a fire burning inside of me, it’s a weird feeling, really, but lignore it. I was too preoccupied with being angry at him.

The rest of the class goes by quickly, with me glaring at him for most of the lesson. He didn’t pay me any attention again, and for some reason, it irritated my soul.

“Well, that was an interesting class,” Catherine beams next to me.for more visit :- www.noveljar.com “I have no idea what you see in him.” I snort.

So he was handsome and powerful, with an incredible body, but he was also arrogant and simply annoying.

in to your wants and need. Or should I say the first man? Maybe that’s why you’re so irritated with him. He called you out for your actions

we make our way into the cafeteria. Catherine was simply blind. And apparently, she can’t be the only one. Girls surround him in the cafe, offering to buy food and drinks for him. It was a rare

like he’s enjoying the attention; however, if anything, he seems like he wants to get away from it all. Or maybe he’s just pretending not to

for some reason, it does. My hands tighten into fists at my sides, and my

veins? I clutch my stomach in pain, and I think something is terribly wrong with me. It

does it all seem to be happening because of

story that ended in the death of both of them. I’ve never paid much attention to it, mostly because I’ve had to listen to those stories multiple times in my life just because my name was Amiera. People were fascinated that my mother had named me after our flaming whisperer, even though many others had that same name. It wasn’t an unusual thing at all, but people did annoy me when they brought it up each time I mentioned my name and had to introduce myself. I was even tempted to lie at times, to make up a

the look that they always gave to

back to the man that has managed to annoy me more than any other person

more girls introduce themselves to him, one after the next they join the long line, not stopping even once. The line continues to move, and my

am I so angry about other girls flirting or talking

look a little red and almost like you’re

terribly wrong, especially when I smell fire. “Do you smell smoke?” I ask her. She gives me a puzzled look, “why on earth would I smell s–,” She’s cut off by a piercing scream followed by another and then another. “What the hell is happening?for more visit

gaze, and my earlier suspicions are confirmed. Fire. There is a raging fire, and it’s everywhere. The room is

hell

are all surrounded. And I’m not sure if there

we going

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