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.

the first person in this school to not give 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 in the middle of class in front of so many students, so maybe he is a bit intimidating, but I also find

her as 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

look like he’s enjoying the attention; however, if anything, he seems like he wants to get away

her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. My blood boils at the sight. It’s not something that should bother me in the least, but for some reason, it does. My hands tighten into fists at my sides, and

I think something is terribly wrong

to be happening because

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

that they always gave to

to the man that has managed to

in the middle of the cafeteria as more girls introduce themselves to him, one after the next

I so angry about other girls flirting or talking to

Catherine asks me. “You look a little red and almost

s–,” She’s cut off by a piercing scream followed

suspicions are confirmed. Fire. There is a

the hell did

one either. We are all surrounded. And I’m not sure if there is anywhere to

we going to escape

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