This is not a story of a charming boy next door and a pretty girl wherein they meet, fall in love and live happily ever after. This is a story of a boy with nothing but intellect as his only treasure and a baneful girl with secrets nobody dares ask her about. The pursuit of his answers begin long after when he comes to know that he too is a part of the skeletons in her cupboard and unsuspected feelings bloom in him as he sees in her a familiar face from his bygone years. This is not the story of a boy who grew into a man through pain. This is the story of a girl who was never to be born.

Lordly Loralie Hansel

“We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.” 


"Did you hurt your head when the Aita brothers were kicking your face? You really sure it was her? She looks like a glass doll, Strogs. One snap and she'll splinter." 


Callan looked her up and down, trying to see some muscle and dispel his doubts on Loralie's strength. 


"Strogs is not lying, Callan. She did this to me! She broke my hand and his nose!" 


"You're being too loud, Megan. How about I rip out your vocal tissues? It will be quick, but I can't guarantee it won't hurt afterwards." Loralie threw Megan a black look and she immediately shut her mouth. 


"Fiesty...that's nice. I like this one. Look here, Lola." 


"Loralie. Do you have dirt stuffed in your ears? It's Loralie." Her face almost looked pale blue and it scared the hell out of me looking at her angry. Why can't people see what I can, how scary she is? 


The Mean And The Intervened