HIGH SCHOOL DIARIES (A Tale Of Love And Deception)

Lamia's golden eyes, wide with terror, locked onto the horrifying transformation before him. Hadrain stood among the carnage, his crimson eyes glowing like embers from the deepest pits of hell. His elongated fangs gleamed under the dim sunlight, and his monstrous claws dripped with the blood of those who dared harm him. Lamia's breath hitched as he took a shaky step back, his mind racing.

"What the hell, Hadrain?!" Lamia's voice cracked. "You're a... demon? How is this even possible?"

Hadrain didn't answer immediately. His flesh, once torn apart, had seamlessly knitted itself back together. The truth was undeniable, but it was too much to process. Lamia's hands trembled as the realization hit him: He had kissed a demon.

Hadrain knelt before Lamia, his monstrous features softening. "Lamia Alexis Alexandria," he began, his voice deep and rich, carrying an unshakable sincerity. "I know you're confused, and you have every right to be. But before you say anything, there's something I need to tell you." He looked up, his crimson gaze glistening with unspoken emotion. "I love you. I am madly, irreversibly in love with you. You're my mate, my soulmate, destined to be with me for eternity. I can't keep this inside anymore, even if it's one-sided. Even if you hate me, I need you to know."

Lamia's heart stopped for a moment. The confession hit him like a lightning bolt, leaving him dazed. The world around him seemed to fade, the cries of the villagers becoming a distant hum. Hadrain loves me?

The sound of enraged shouts broke his reverie. Lamia turned to see the villagers, their faces twisted in fury and disgust. The sight of Hadrain's demonic transformation and the intimacy between the two men had ignited their wrath.

"Abomination!" someone shouted from the crowd.

"A demon and a… sodomite and a homosexual?!" another spat.

"This cannot stand!"

The crowd's anger surged like a violent storm, their numbers swelling as they stormed the palace gates. Queen Fiona, seated beside the unconscious Catherine, was startled when a servant rushed in, panting and trembling.

"Your Highness," the servant began, her voice shaky, "the people have gathered outside the palace. They're demanding the prince be exiled—or worse, executed. They claim his actions defy the laws of Scotland and insult the kingdom for practicing homosexuality."

Fiona's face paled. Her grip tightened on the edges of her gown as she whispered, "Lamia... no." She felt the weight of the kingdom's judgment pressing down on her shoulders and great sense of disappointment how could Lamia be a gay? how was that possible? Rising with deliberate composure, she made her way to the balcony overlooking the crowd.

The angry mob fell silent as Fiona raised her hand. "My people," she began, her voice firm but laced with sorrow, "I understand your anger and your confusion. But I ask for calm and reason. Prince Lamia is still of royal blood, and these matters must be handled with justice, not rage. He will stand before the kingdom to explain himself. Until then, I ask for your patience."

Her words did little to quell the crowd's fury, but they grudgingly dispersed, awaiting the prince's explanation. Fiona turned to her guards. "Find Lamia. Bring him here, no matter what it takes."

Meanwhile, back in the town in a nearby forest, Lamia stood frozen, trying to process Hadrain's confession. For a moment, silence hung between them, thick with tension and unspoken fears. Then, with sudden resolve, Lamia stepped forward, his expression softening. "You idiot," he whispered. "How could you think this is one-sided?"

Hadrain's crimson eyes widened in disbelief as Lamia grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss that was anything but hesitant. Their lips met in a fiery collision, each movement charged with unrestrained passion. Lamia's hands tangled in Hadrain's hair, his fingers clutching tightly as if afraid to let go. Hadrain responded with equal fervor, his claws carefully grazing Lamia's back as he deepened the kiss.

The world around them seemed to vanish. Lamia could feel the heat radiating from Hadrain's body, his demonic power humming like an electric current between them. Hadrain's lips were hot, almost searing, but Lamia didn't care. The intensity of their connection consumed him entirely, leaving him breathless.

Hadrain growled low in his throat, his instincts taking over. He pressed Lamia gently against the rough bark of a tree, his lips moving to the sensitive skin of Lamia's neck. "I need to mark you," Hadrain murmured against his skin, his voice thick with desire and desperation. "If you're truly mine, I need the world to know."

Lamia nodded, his breathing ragged. "Do it," he whispered. "I'm yours."

Hadrain's fangs elongated further, and with a swift, precise motion, he bit into Lamia's neck. A sharp sting was followed by a rush of heat, an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and pain that left Lamia gasping. The mark glowed faintly, a symbol of their bond, as Hadrain pulled back, licking the wound to seal it.

"You're mine," Hadrain said, his voice trembling with emotion. Tears streamed down his face, his monstrous features softening as he gazed at Lamia with pure adoration, he just couldn't believe that he has finally gotten Lamia, yes Lamia Alexandria was officially his.

"And you're mine," Lamia replied, his voice steady despite the tears in his eyes.

But their moment of intimacy was short-lived. The distant sound of trumpets and the thundering of hooves broke through the forest's quiet. Hadrain's heightened senses picked up the unmistakable scent of armed soldiers approaching.

HADRAIN AND LAMIA BONUS SCENE

( SPECIAL MOMENT)

Lamia stood frozen for a moment, his heart pounding like a war drum as he gazed into Hadrain's crimson eyes. The air between them was electric, crackling with tension and unspoken desire. Hadrain's confession still echoed in Lamia's ears, raw and filled with vulnerability, yet it was the pull in those fiery eyes that drew him closer.

Taking a deep breath, Lamia stepped forward, his movements deliberate and filled with purpose. He reached up, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped Hadrain's face. For a moment, neither of them moved, caught in the gravity of the moment. Then, Lamia whispered, his voice low and husky, "If you're going to love me, Hadrain, then don't hold back."

Hadrain's breath hitched, his red eyes widening in shock and longing. And then Lamia closed the distance, capturing his lips in a kiss that was anything but tentative. It was molten and demanding, their mouths colliding with a hunger that had been simmering for far too long.

Hadrain groaned deeply, a sound that rumbled through his chest as he responded with equal fervor. His arms wrapped around Lamia's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against one another. Lamia gasped into the kiss, feeling the undeniable strength of Hadrain's embrace, the claws brushing against his back sending a shiver down his spine.

Their lips moved in perfect sync, exploring, tasting, claiming. Hadrain's lips were impossibly warm, soft yet firm, and his fangs grazed against Lamia's lower lip, teasing but never breaking skin. Lamia tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding into Hadrain's brown hair and tugging gently.

The sensation drew a growl from Hadrain, low and primal, as his claws tightened around Lamia's waist. He pressed Lamia against a nearby tree, pinning him in place as he trailed his lips down to Lamia's jawline, then to his neck. Each kiss was deliberate, hot and lingering, leaving a searing trail of heat in its wake.

"Hadrain," Lamia whispered, his voice breathless and filled with yearning.

Hadrain pulled back for a moment, his crimson eyes dark and hooded with desire. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "How much I've wanted you."

Lamia's gaze softened, his hands sliding down to rest on Hadrain's chest. "Then take me," he said, his voice steady despite the wildfire coursing through his veins. "I'm yours."

Hadrain's control snapped. He captured Lamia's lips once more, this time slower but no less intense. The kiss was deep and consuming, their tongues tangling in a heated dance that left Lamia dizzy and clinging to Hadrain for support.

As the kiss grew more fervent, Hadrain's lips returned to Lamia's neck, finding the sensitive spot just below his ear. He bit down gently, sending a shockwave of pleasure through Lamia that made him arch against Hadrain's body.

"Lamia," Hadrain growled, his voice dripping with possession and adoration. "Let me mark you."

Lamia didn't hesitate. "Do it," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breaths.

Hadrain's fangs grazed Lamia's neck before sinking in, the sharp sting quickly replaced by an overwhelming warmth that spread through Lamia's body. He gasped, his fingers digging into Hadrain's shoulders as the sensation washed over him.

When Hadrain pulled back, he licked the wound tenderly, his touch reverent. The mark glowed faintly, a symbol of their bond and the depth of their connection.

"You're mine now," Hadrain said, his voice low and filled with unshakable certainty.

Lamia smiled, his face flushed and his breathing uneven. "And you're mine," he replied, pulling Hadrain into another kiss one less violent.