Sorah's POV-Burning fluttering tingles explode across my being, my eyes roll, and my head swoons in endless circles. My frisky hands fist his shirt while his grip my waist and hold the back of my head steady as his fierce teeth gnaw on my lips to force his entrance.This is so hot and insane. Never did I imagine kisses could be so…ah, what do I even know? Our lips fall apart and it’s now I realize I’ve been holding my breath as I stagger and grip his arms for support while I catch my breath and stabilize my vision. Looking up at him, I see his crimsons garnering dark swirls that send a pleasant jolt down my spine, and he retracts his hands to cup my face tenderly.“Are you ready?”Carefully searching his keen eyes, I wonder if it's because I'm currently irrational. But, can the subtle traces in the corner of his eyes be taken to connote concern?I nod my head eagerly, discarding the last restraint in me as I give him my firm response. The dangerous glint in his eyes springs to

Sorah’s POV.-I gasp dramatically with my tremoring fingers just before my agape mouth as my eyes splay wide from shock. It happens so quickly. Just before the tips of the Vampire’s fangs can break through my skin, Mortiz is onto him in a flash. She shoves him away so aggressively to plant a defensive guard before me to keep him from coming close. With fright funneling through my body, I watch through shaky eyes as the Vampire grunts and glowers grimly at her.“I won’t miss my aim again” Mortiz warns coldly, her voice stern and letting me know once more just how capable a Demon she is. I know if she strikes him again, it’ll be over.The Vampire holds his reproach while gripping the left side of his chest that’s bleeding into the lime-green cardigan he wears. The sight of blood dying into the bright fabric doesn’t sit well with me and I start to fidget with anxiety.He moves his blood-red lips rustily to imitate a wry smirk as he rattles hoarsely, “I guess I underestimated

Sorah's POV.-Andreas? It's impossible but...My shaky hands ball into fists as I enter into a state of intense contemplation.Could he have found a way to cure his curse already? No, there's no way he'd have found a biddable Sorcerer this quickly.I bite my lip with brows puckering from confusion. What do I even know? Mei hasn't brought the day's Newspapers to me yet. Might as well inquire about the incident from those workers.I drag my feet to the edge of the turn where I step out at my pathetic pace and resilient tremors causing my face to flush and twist from discomfort."Um, good morning" I start in a weak voice I never intended to. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly rush my words pensively."Pardon my eavesdropping, but could you tell me about that incident?"Now they're staring at me like they don't know who I am despite being among the train that came to welcome me just yesterday.The two women standing closely with their hands cupped to the side of their mouths while they gossi

Sorah's POV.-“You really are a klutz, aren’t you?” I snap my head to my right and see her shake her head at me while holding a hand out. With light movements of her fingers, my body reacts and straightens into a proper stance. My eyes are dreadfully open wide as she begins to walk closer to me.Did she just use magic?Reading my puzzlement, she grins playfully and affirms, “Yup, I’m a Sorcerer. Your guess is right”.What? I rattle with shock, unable to believe it. It’s impossible, this shouldn’t be. I mean, Hunter Families never birth Sorcerers. What’s going on here? How’s she a Sorcerer? As I felt earlier, there’s really something uncanny about her. It’s a strict tradition we abide by without any ounce of defiance. When we choose between receiving supernatural endowments from the Demons and receiving physical combatant arts that enable us to become Hunters, we stick to our division throughout our bloodline and never convert to the other side. At least, that’s what grandmo

Sorah's POV.-“What reward do you have in store for me, Sorah, for letting you meet your dearest wild cat?”To my horror, his sinisterly seductive voice summons the intimate fire in my thigh and I latch onto him impulsively, the fire morphing into a tremendous scorch like never before. Sweat drenches me at once and desire writhes my being as I crumble into debris at the feet of the Vampire. “Is that your arousal, Sorah? How intoxicating,” I hear him rasp in my struggle to calm the heat of my fire. But it all goes to naught when his arms wrap around my body and our lips collide feverishly. No, this isn’t right. I shouldn’t give in to him, I need to stop this act of infidelity. I’m not being faithful toward Devon!So why, why do I eagerly want him to keep touching me? Why can’t I bring myself to hate this unfaithful act and push him off of me? Why do I guide his hands to ravish my body and kiss him so passionately like he’s the one who I yearn for the most?“A-Andreas wait! T-th