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  Format: Yumoyori Wilson

  Contents

  Acknowledgement

  SSS BLURB

  Prologue

  1. To Achieve A Fairytale Dream

  2. Hidden Dreams Of Hope

  3. Sniffing Opportunity

  4. Team Of Five

  5. Honesty And Tie

  6. Tiebreaker And Cunning Deal

  7. Road Trip Introductions

  8. Dragon Mountain Den

  9. Borrowing From King Kensuke

  10. Race Against Power

  11. Challenge Accepted

  12. Celebrating Success

  13. Devilish Stranger Versus Angelic Lover

  14. Prepare To Party

  15. Everyone Deserves To Celebrate

  16. Wine-A-Lot And Bring It

  17. Steamy Intruder

  18. Early Mornings And Cliques

  19. Magical History And Fine Arts

  20. On To The Next Class

  21. Spy 101- Shifter Critical Focus

  22. Lunchtime Memories

  23. Supernatural Weapon Enhancement Arts

  24. Shifter Skills Of Survival Level 1

  25. Year One- Spy Combat Testing A.K.A. Gym

  26. Our Dark Pasts Mold Our Bright Futures

  27. First Dance With You

  28. First For The Both Of Us

  29. Clubbing For Three

  30. Steamy Shower With Company

  31. Pushing Yourself

  32. Angel Training 101

  33. I Belong To No One

  34. My Fallen Savior

  35. Apply Spy And Supernatural To Reality

  COMING SOON

  SPECIAL DEAL!

  Witchling Academy - PROLOGUE

  ABOUT YUMOYORI WILSON

  Also By Yumoyori Wilson

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Thank you for purchasing SSS-YEAR ONE.

  Thank you to all my amazing supporters for being awesome and encouraging me to write every day.

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  Special thanks to my Ninja Wifey who always keeps me motivated no matter what I’m going through. Your friendship means the world to me and I’m thankful to have you in my life.

  Special thanks to my inner circle and true friends who are always there to push/motivate me to be better. You know who you are, and I couldn’t be more grateful for your continuous love and support <3~

  Special thanks to my amazing Alpha Team. You continue to work marvellously together, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you on my publishing team.

  Special thanks to my amazing Mom for blessing me with the gift to write and supporting me in all aspects. I pray to continue making you proud as I strive towards success.

  Finally, I thank God for giving me the strength to achieve my goals. Without Him, I would be nothing.

  YUMOYORI WILSON

  BLURB

  When being different leads to the best years of your life.

  There are three key components required to get into the most prestigious, top spy school in the world:

  Skills.

  Strength.

  Survival.

  My name is Silver Spell Solange. No. I didn't plan for my initials to be the same as the abilities needed to enter the spy school. But I would do anything to get into the one-of-a-kind school. I have the magical capability of an Elemental Witch, the strength to kick anyone's ass, and quick problem-solving skills to get my teammates out of any jam. There’s only one small problem — the other “S” I’m missing.

  I am not a part of the supernatural race.

  After realizing my only shot at my dreams is at the brink of extinction, I'm unexpectedly teamed up with a werewolf, a dragon, a fallen angel, and a hellhound. The four of them carry the assets and abilities I need to gain my spot into the Supernatural spy school (SSS).

  With the clock ticking and no room for errors, I accept their bet, knowing I’ll easily handle whatever they request from me.

  Their bet: I have to date all four of them for the next four years.

  It's time for me to buckle up. This four-year rollercoaster is about to begin, and it’s a bumpy one-way ticket to becoming the next "supernatural" spy.

  Prologue

  "Any faster?! I swear he's going to burn us to ashes!"

  My head turned back to get a good glimpse of the ginormous black-scaled dragon following not too far behind.

  "Hang on!"

  I looked up to my teammate as he outstretched his wings.

  "I don't really have a choice here," I commented. He looked down to raise an eyebrow at me, but since we were trying not to get caught and screw up this Quest, he returned his focus on catching up with the rest of our teammates.

  We lowered into the forest before he did a swift left turn. I had no idea where we were going, but it looked like a cave was up ahead. I pointed to it.

  "There?" I exclaimed. We swiftly entered the cave and jerked to a stop, a second from hitting the solid wall. I sighed in relief, but I knew we weren't out of the woods yet.

  My body was lowered to the ground and I turned to face my four teammates, all of them out of breath.

  "You still got the ring?"

  I grinned, slipping my hand into my bra. The four of them looked around the cave, not wanting to be caught staring at my breasts. I retrieved the little gold ring – presenting the gem for the others to see once again.

  Even in the dim cave, it seemed to illuminate like multiple lights were shining upon it. I had no idea what magic it possibly possessed, but I couldn't wait to use it.

  My eyes stared at the gold ring, taking in the big white pearl that was surrounded by four other gems: a jewel as bright as fire, one that was a teal turquoise like water, one that twinkled like a golden star, and a gem as pure as the dark night sky.

  There were letterings on the gold band, piquing my interest as I took it out of its protective box. I took a closer look, unable to comprehend how a ring could be so radiant.

  What was most important was how this little piece of jewelry was going to be the key to my entrance into the best spy school in all the lands.

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  This is exactly what I needed. My golden ticket to Supernatural spy school.

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  To Achieve A Fairytale Dream

  ~A FEW DAYS EARLIER~

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  "Are you done cleaning the front, Silver?"

  "Yes! Just closing up the till!" I called back.

  Looking at the piles of cash, I finished off my calculations, writing the total we made for the evening down in the log book.

  It was another busy day at Magic Lattes, one of the many coffee shop
s my family owned. This location was one of the busiest, but I loved it for a number of reasons.

  The bustling atmosphere always made time go by quickly, our customers were actually appreciative of our services, and the students were far too focused on trying to get perfect scores to gossip and leave a mess behind.

  Even after the crazy buzz of the night, the dining area was pretty clean, aside from the plates that would need to be rinsed down and placed into the dishwasher.

  Nevertheless, they were all neatly stacked on their designated counter, and not even a hint of garbage laid on the floors.

  The cool benefit of working here was that I was the prime owner. I'd worked down in this shop since I could walk. My parents would bring me down while they worked. Being the obedient kid, with my older sister making sure I didn't cast any crazy spells, I always used to say that this specific shop would be mine one day.

  Or in child-level terms: 'This place is mine.'

  Who knew my parents would transfer it to my name when I reached eighteen? It was their gift for my years of dedication and patience.

  Many of the girls my age were all about boys, parties, and fun. I didn't mind a party or a good time with a few acquaintances or coworkers, but I’d always been the type of girl who could have fun with a book, some tea, and the soft melodies of jazz serenading me while I escaped from the real world into a fictional one.

  Sure, I’d had my share of bullying or the typical comment of 'book nerd' — which to me, wasn't an insult — but whatever made the bullies happy and got them out of my face was what I went along with.

  My sister also had her own shop, but it was on the other side of the city. My shop was in the section of town known as Serenity. It got its name from the number of angels that lived in these parts.

  Our state was called Aqua-Q. It was a weird name, but the Supernatural Council had decided they wanted to rename all the states, cities, and countries on Earth to reflect the changes we’d experienced. They couldn't rename Earth, simply because every creature knew that referred to the planet.

  Some humans and even supernatural species were still struggling with many of the new changes in geographic terminology.

  Why make it even more complicated for the world?

  My twenty-two-year-old self didn't know much about the history from way-way back, but I did know the world had once been made up of mere mortals.

  Long story short, a chemical reaction occurred when a global experiment went horribly wrong, and boom. The supernatural race was born. It was chaos at first, as the shock of it all began to sink in.

  However, it didn't take long for leaders to come forth from each supernatural race, and surprisingly, things went really smoothly. Hence the creation of the Supernatural Council and all the new names.

  Whenever my parents told my sister and me the story, I'd question why no one made a big fuss.

  My parents explained that having people step up to the plate was a relief to many people. It would give them more time to figure things out and learn more about themselves and their peers.

  Now everything seemed to be peaceful, and on the odd occasion it wasn't, there were many ways of dealing with 'evil'.

  "Silver? Are you daydreaming about that school again?"

  I snapped out of my thoughts, looking back to see Nikko's mom, Candice. "No. I was just um...thinking about the weather."

  Candice gave me a sassy smile. "Sure, sweetie. I can tell your mind was on things aside from the weather. I'm already finished up back here. Why don't you go home?"

  "Oh. I can wait. Nikko's going to be here soon," I offered, not wanting to leave her to close the shop by herself. It was my responsibility, after all, but Nikko's family had been best friends with the Solanges for years. It was as if each generation was born to be best friends with one another.

  My generation was no different.

  "No need, Silver. I gotta make Nikko work a little now and then or her sass goes to her head. Don't want her forgetting who pays the phone bills when she's off trying to find a man."

  I grinned back at her, loving her African accent as she tossed her hands around for extra emphasis.

  Candice was one of those chillaxed moms. All you had to do was make sure you didn't piss her off, or your ass would feel the might of the nearest wooden spoon.

  Or belt, shoe, book...basically anything. As long as you could run fast, you would have a chance of escaping her wrath…maybe.

  Her daughter, Nikko Fireside, was just as fierce, if not more so. She was as impatient as ever, but she was loving and kind when she wanted to be.

  "I thought you wanted her to find a boyfriend?" I reminded.

  Candice shrugged. "I do. However, not the men who don't know how to introduce themselves. When I gave birth to Nikko, where were they? If they appreciated my daughter as a whole and not just her gorgeous looks, she'd be engaged by now."

  I smirked, knowing damn well what she meant by that.

  Nikko was a succubus, just like her mom. They didn't lack in the attraction department, but that just made it harder for them to find someone genuine who loved them.

  Candice's husband was pretty chill and didn't mind if Candice opened their commitment to others, but I thought Candice was just fine with her husband, even if she complained when he pissed her off every other day.

  Nikko wasn't having as much luck around these parts, but her hope was to find someone when she attended the school.

  "No more chatting. Be gone and tell your mom and sister I say goodnight." Candice shooed me away.

  I bowed my head in respect.

  "Thanks, Candice. I really appreciate your hard work," I praised.

  "Anytime, sweetie. At least you pay me well compared to all the stores down the block that give chump change. Make sure you rest and don't go stopping trouble like some hero."

  Giving her a sheepish grin, I winked and took my apron off. "I'll try. Sometimes my trouble senses are tingling, and I can't possibly ignore them." My dramatic tone made her laugh.

  "You should be named Silver Trouble Solange. Put your senses away for another night. I'll see you next week."

  With a wave goodbye, I grabbed my wallet, cellphone, and keys, slipping them into my jean pockets. Once my open-zip black hoodie was on, I headed out.

  The crisp, cool air made my grin widen as I took a swift inhale. Drawing out my exhale, I slipped my hands into the pockets of my hoodie and began to walk home.

  It was about a thirty-minute walk, but if I was super tired, I'd merely snap my fingers and teleport there.

  When the world changed and the many races were born, my family was blessed with great magic capabilities.

  Some called us witches, others mages. Since both my parents were blessed with high-rank magic, my sister and I got a good portion from both of them.

  When it came down to it, I was stronger than my sister. It was weird, but the younger witch in the family always ended up being the stronger one.

  Almost as if the family genes knew that I'd be the last child: my parents decided two children were more than enough to handle in this changing world.

  Being a witch had many advantages, but without guidance and training, it could end poorly for the individual and those around them.

  Magic was something you had to use with a calculative mindset. If you allowed your emotions to influence your magic, it could go wrong, ending in a complete loss of control.

  It was one of the many reasons why I wanted to attend S.S.S. school.

  S.S.S. was the only Supernatural spy school in the world. It hosted exactly 5,700 students from across the world. Why that specific number?

  S was the nineteenth letter in the alphabet, and since there were three S's, that equaled fifty-seven. Obviously, fifty-seven and 570 would be far too little to occupy the enormous land S.S.S had to facilitate their specialized school, but 5700 was more than enough.

  At the end of the day, after the entrance quests, the school would be lucky to have more than fifty percen
t of the students left.

  What did S.S.S. stand for? Skills. Strength. Survival.

  Being a spy didn't only account for obvious tasks like listening and gathering information. The school trained secret agents who worked for the Supernatural Council, handled undercover projects for the government, or joined any of the other crime-stopping associations, such as the F.B.I. or C.I.A.

  Essentially, graduating from S.S.S. was like walking a red carpet that led to endless opportunities.

  Workplaces would fight to recruit graduates, and you were given a different level of respect than anyone else. Most importantly, its credibility worked worldwide.

  If you wanted to work with secret services in the former Dubai, you certainly could, and they'd throw in a diamond Lamborghini for free.