Ashley fell into Darius' arms, shivering vigorously. “He…He—” she stutters letting the crocodile tears stream.“What did he do?” Darius demands sending daggers at Axel.“He tried assaulting me” She stares bursting into a new set of tears.“The hell!” Darius curses pulling Ashley aside carefully and handing her over to one of his minions that stood beside them while the other one held a phone recording.“You dare lay your hands on my girl. Who the hell is this guy!?” Darius demands."That's Axel Storm, the poorest student on campus. He can barely afford three square meals a day, and his outfits never exceed $20. Despite his financial struggles, he's a scholarship student at EUNY, thanks to his exceptional academic record and intellect," John, one of Darius' minions, explains.Darius snickered, “You poor thing. For you to have the guts to lay your finger on my woman you think you could get away with it? Huh?” Darius states.“Put it on live John, I want everyone to witness this or gather

“I don’t want to believe you. How sure am I that you won’t harm me when I don’t even trust you? I mean, what if Darius sent you to finish me off–” Axel trails off.Mr de Storm laughed out inaudibly while Axel followed him with his stare mentally questioning if the old man was alright or not. He wasn’t even taking Axel seriously and that was beginning to frustrate him.“Just how much has that Mickelson traumatized you?” Mr. Storm couldn’t help but ask.Axel shrugged not finding it funny, “Please just let me go. I agree to have caused enough trouble but please do me this one favor”Mr de Storm shakes his head. “This is no manner of the Storms’ we don’t coward away our troubles, we stay and fight for ourselves. Look, Alex, I know it’s a lot to take in and I am not here for jokes–”Axel makes an attempt to chirp in but Mr de Storm manages to stop him before he can utter a word, “I am going to have the doctors move you back home now that you are awake, you’ve stayed here for too long and I

It’s been almost a month since Axel reunited with his grandfather. These past few weeks have been hectic for him, getting to know and understand the family’s business especially now that he is in charge of it, is not something he’d ever imagined himself to do. He made up his mind to return to school today. Rumors have it that he was dead and he is well aware of who may have caused it and he’d make sure to keep it in mind that they pay for their mistakes. “Are you sure you won’t need any guards?” His grandfather asked for the one-hundredth time. Axel lets out a sigh dipping his hands into the pocket of his slacks. “Yes. I would like to keep a low profile in the meantime” His grandfather stared at him for a second skeptical whether or not to accept his proposition. “Very well then but I’ll have some undercover guards lurk around just to be on the safe side, I don’t want you almost killing yourself again” Axel growled at the end of his grandfather’s statement. He agrees he almost

Axel walked back into the classroom, his confidence and nonchalant manner drawing the attention of his classmates. They whispered and gazed at him with a mix of disgust and confusion. They heard about him being expelled then what on earth was he doing back here? He took his seat, his eyes fixed on the professor lecturing at the front of the class. Just then, the door burst open and the Head of Department rushed in, his face pale and sweaty. "Mr Storm, please, can I have a word with you?" he asked, his voice trembling. His sudden appearance has the whole class's attention drawn back to them. Axel raised an eyebrow, a smirk stealing its way to his lips. "What do you want, Professor?" he drawled, his tone dripping with irritation. He did warn him but he didn’t listen. They may have known him as the poor person he was but not anymore. He is more than that now. The HOD walked towards Axel's desk, his hands clasped together in a pleading gesture. "Mr Storm I know I s

It had been a week since Axel began his intense martial arts training with Liam Chen. Every night, Axel would sneak out of his dorm room, careful not to disturb his roommates. He would make his way to the small, unassuming building on the outskirts of campus, where Liam would be waiting for him. The training sessions were grueling, pushing Axel's body and mind to their limits. He would return to his room in the early hours of the morning, his face covered in bruises, his muscles sore and aching. And the fucking ring that was supposed to be healing him was doing no fucking job. Despite the physical toll, Axel couldn't get enough of the training. He wanted to push through and prove to Liam that he wasn’t some weakling. Liam’s every word during the train is, “You’re Weak” The word riles Axel up and no matter how much he tries to prove himself and show that he wasn’t as he is classified to be, Liam always proves him wrong. He wanted to master the skills but it was as though th