{"id":261956,"date":"2026-07-13T18:42:47","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:42:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/harem-academy-part-one-kelly-notte-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:42:47","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:42:47","slug":"harem-academy-part-one-kelly-notte-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/harem-academy-part-one-kelly-notte-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Harem Academy Part One – Kelly Notte (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cYou don\u2019t seem the type,\u201d Tara shrugged. Liz shook her head, but a smile tugged at her lips. \u201cNow what?\u201d I asked, crouching beside the three of them. \u201cIt\u2019s all you now,\u201d Liz said, gesturing up at the book. Only then did I realize the glass case had completely disappeared. The book sat in the open air, the barrier gone. I stretched out my hand and let a light fluttering of the crystalline mist settle on my palm. Incredible. I looked back at Liz, flushed from the exertion, and my admiration swelled into something deeper.<\/p>\n

And if I didn\u2019t know any better, a longing. \u201cWell,\u201d Tara slapped her knees and reached up for the book. \u201cBe careful,\u201d Soul gasped. Tara just waved her away and settled the book on her lap, flipping it open to a random page in the middle. Almost immediately, the air in the room grew heavy, but Tara started flipping through the pages, brow furrowed. \u201cIt\u2019s empty,\u201d she said, and my stomach dropped. The fire snapped behind its grate, sharper and brighter than before.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Soul scooted closer to look over her shoulder. \u201cIs it still warded?\u201d A flash of electricity crackled through the room, setting my hair on end. It seemed the storm had finally found us and the headmaster had jumped the gun on initiating a lockdown. We could have been securely in our dorms by now. \u201cI thought I cleared all of them,\u201d Liz said, moving to look at the book for herself. She reached out to touch an open page, and the moment her fingertips brushed the paper, silver threads shot out of the tome, immediately weaving and bobbing around the three women.<\/p>\n

Tara started to scuffle backwards, her eyes wider than I\u2019d ever seen them, but Liz grabbed her wrist and held her close. \u201cThe hell?\u201d Tara hissed. \u201cDon\u2019t disrupt it,\u201d Liz said. Soul followed the thread with her eyes.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019d been surprised the first time Soul suggested we study here. This was the same girl who refused to cut in line in the dining hall or walk across the grass to save ten seconds. And truly, I liked that about her. She was sweet, and easy to predict, in a comforting sort of way.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t have to guess with her. And I especially didn\u2019t have to wonder if she liked me for me, or for what I could do for her. The first time we met, I approached her in the stacks and offered to write her winter thesis in exchange for under the table access to the Founders\u2019 archives in the restricted wing. Her bronze cheeks had flushed a crimson red and she\u2019d said that a subpar paper was hardly worth the risk of expulsion, before spinning on her heel and marching back to the front desk.<\/p>\n

Up until that point, no one had ever turned down an academic favor from me. Because they all knew that what I could accomplish in twenty minutes would be far better than anything they\u2019d scrounge together over several days. Just hours before the library shut down for winter break, I\u2019d walked up to the front desk and placed my thesis in front of her with a satisfied grin. Honors. Proof that she\u2019d be wise to take the deal next semester. But she\u2019d barely glanced at it before pulling her own paper out of her bag and slapping it on top of mine.<\/p>\n

Honors with faculty commendation. Damn. And in Arcane Theory too. Satisfaction melted into admiration as I watched her twirl a burnished curl around her finger, eyes already locked back onto the massive tome in front of her. The next semester, it became a sort of tradition. I\u2019d walk in on any given day of the week and slip a highly scored assignment in front of her and she\u2019d counter it with her own and an increasingly wry smile.<\/p>\n

Our back and forth quickly morphed into late night study sessions, and we each watched our already impeccable grades soar. And just when the days started to stretch longer than their welcome, the overzealous sun turning the eastern facing library into a human kiln, Soul had leveled me with a serious look and said it was time.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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