She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 73

One of the students dashed off to find a teacher.

None of them had ever experienced anything like this before.

By the time their homeroom teacher, Mr. Kyson Yeager, was dragged in by a panicked group of students, the classroom was a disaster zone.

He froze, stunned at the chaos before him.

Several boys and girls lay sprawled across the floor in various states of agony, groaning in pain. In the center of the room stood a girl—her foot pinning Lacy to the ground, her other foot on Maya, and one hand gripping Ayla’s chin, forcing her to look up.

Ayla struggled to break free but found herself completely overpowered. No matter how hard she tried, Sabrina’s grip was unyielding.

Hannah was huddled in a corner, trembling, while the rest of the class had retreated outside the door, too scared to step back inside.

The girl at the center—Sabrina—glanced lazily around the room, a faint, almost playful smile tugging at her lips, as if she’d thoroughly enjoyed the fight.

When Ayla met Sabrina’s eyes, real fear finally set in. She realized she never should have mouthed off and provoked this lunatic. That cold, predatory look—Ayla had never seen anything like it. They were the same age, but the violent energy radiating from Sabrina was nothing short of demonic.

Ayla could feel it in her bones: Sabrina wasn’t bluffing. She genuinely wanted to hurt them, and she wasn’t holding back.

The students on the floor curled up in pain, unable to meet Sabrina’s gaze. Satisfied, Sabrina turned slowly, her eyes sweeping over the group gathered outside. Most of them had joined in the gossip earlier, even if their comments weren’t quite as nasty.

Her wicked little smile said it all. No words were needed—they understood her warning loud and clear.

No one had expected Sabrina to explode like this, least of all the so-called “Big Four” bullies. Sure, they’d fought before—sometimes they’d won, sometimes lost—but never had they been beaten down and humiliated like this, forced to swallow their pride.

They were furious.

“She even slapped me in the face…”

Kyson licked his parched lips, feeling like he’d aged ten years in ten minutes. What had he done to deserve a class like this? One fight would have been bad enough, but this was a massacre. Boys and girls, all taken down—was this a school or a warzone? He was beginning to wonder if Sabrina was angling for the title of “Queen of the Jungle” instead of “Student of the Month.”

But as the teacher, he had to take charge.

He turned to Sabrina. “Why did you hit them?”

He looked her up and down—she barely reached his shoulder, slender and delicate. He never would have believed she was capable of this, if he hadn’t just seen it with his own eyes.

“They were badmouthing me,” Sabrina answered, shaking out her tingling hand. She’d forgotten how much weaker her seventeen-year-old body was. She’d gotten a little carried away, and now her hand was numb.

Her answer was so casual, so light, that it made her victims want to scream.