It had been two hours since William had locked her in the room. She had to admit that this room met her taste. A pair of house slippers in the shape of a sheep's head. A room with the same decoration as the Versailles style. Soft and big mattress. Dressing table full of skincare and light makeup. She did not know how William knew, but it did suit her taste.
Even in the bathroom, she could find a series of facial skincare for sensitive skin––the type that was the safest to buy for a gift if the buyer still did not know the exact skin type of the recipient. The items there were filled with the scent of a mixture of various flowers that unfamiliar to her, yet made her feel so calming.
Now, she heard two knocks on the door, followed by the door opening, revealing the figure of Willia
The coffin turned out to have a transparent lid, so she could clearly see what was inside the coffin. She gasped, covered her mouth with both hands and took a few steps back in surprise when her eyes saw clearly the condition of the corpses of the people William called as his parents. Their bodies did not decompose as normal corpses would look. It looked like it was preserved by embalming technique or whatever it was called. Their expressions at the time of their death were terrifying, full of desperation, begging whoever attacked them to grant them forgiveness.“They were humans who wanted to take me in when I fell into my elder werewolves pack, who were afraid of my immortality and had to be a slave for years. Repeatedly changing masters, until finally, it was the two of them who gave me the freedom I hadn't felt in a long time. With them, I learned many things. They don't even
“Welcome, Veronica Darren. Nice to finally meet you.”A girl in an oversized grey sweater and short light blonde hair stood before them with a satisfied smile etched on her face. Her expression looked much more mature than her cute face. Still confused to find the presence of a girl who seemed to be twelve years old in a room that was only lit by lamplight with a strange electric current surrounding them. Karl and Stephen took their arms away from her, breathed a sigh of relief as they got up from where they were, helping her up too."Ah, I know this face," said the girl, not hiding the irritation on her face. "Nora Lavender. Just call me Nora. And for your information, I'm much older than your boyfriend, Veronica Darren."Her eyes blinked at Nora's answer, not expecting that behind Nora's cute appearance there was a curt reply from that woman."Sorry," she said, looking down wearily. “I didn't mean…”
Bianca caught a glimpse of her brother from outside the glass boutique door, engrossed in choosing clothes while Erick was behind her brother. Seeing the happy face of her older brother, who seemed enthusiastic about their four-day vacation, was more than enough to make her felt happy too. For the first time, she did not see the gloomy face of her older brother, always serious about the work he devoted wholeheartedly but never appreciated in the slightest by all the subordinates of the Pedrosa clan, as well as other clan members because of his status as an illegitimate child. The vampire clan, so to speak, still had a fairly conservative view of relationships outside of marriage, although they did not mind gender in their lives as much as humans do.But tradition? If the vampire clan could compare to religions, then, she could say vampires were like Catholic or Orthodox Ju
Erna was scared right now. Screaming, hugging Alec's body which was slowly losing his warmth from the blood that kept gushing out from the wounds on the man's neck and chest while trying to protect her from the attacks of someone she did not know. Her tears continued to flow, finding Alec's eyes were closed. It gave her a calm expression that she did not want to see from him right now.Not. For God's sake, she never wanted any of this to happen to her. This was out of her plan. Her plan for today should be simple; she wanted to spend her time taking him out to hang out, buying him new clothes––as she had promised to Alec a while ago. Ask the guy to pick out what to wear for their next date. She had even planned their date in advance, also imagining what their next date would be like. She would rediscover the Alicia in Alec once again, like when she asked Alec to wear her clo
“Sorry for coming late to save you, Erna. I never hope this day would happen to you,” said Bianca again. She could hear Bianca's sincere, regretful tone as she said it."Bianca! Wait at your place, you moron!”She heard the sound of someone screaming again, this time coming from two men running from a distance to her best friend. The first man was of Asian blood whom she did not know, while the second man had a facial structure that at first glance was similar to Bianca's, but with a calmer, mature, and elegant demeanour. The two men then looked at the figure who attacked her earlier, squealing in annoyance to find the existence of the attacker earlier, which also seemed that their existence was not wanted by the two men. Then their attention turned to her. The Asian-looking man immediately approached he
Veronica looked alternately at Stephen, who was standing on her right, with Karl, who had just let go of his arms after ushering her in front of Stephen's mansion. She hated to say it, but she felt that these two people were treating her like a kindergartner who had just started her first day of school, with a father unwilling to let go of his only daughter (Karl as her father), and a kindergarten teacher trying to give affirmations to the father that his daughter was in the right place with his unconvincing words (and this role fell to Stephen).Indeed, compared to these two, she was just an ordinary human who did not have any special abilities like Clary Fray in Shadowhunters or Sabrina Spellman in Chilling Adventure of Sabrina. She was just a twenty-year-old woman, who has relied on her life with her prosthetic leg for the rest of her life, which just so happened to attract the attention of many supernatural beings into her life. Like Bianca Pedrosa, her best friend,
William sat on the edge of his bed, in his majestic but cold and empty room, with all the oversized furniture that filled his room unable to provide any touch to make the room feel warmer. Holding the ball that was once given to him by a girl named Veronica Darren, whom he had met twelve years ago. That girl had now grown into a mature woman who was graceful, elegant, and strong, although not as perfect as before because her two legs have changed into prosthetic legs. He did not know what had happened to her life in the twelve years he had not seen her, but he still found her to be the same girl he had been twelve years ago.His mind recalled yesterday's events when he had just managed to bring Veronica to his residence. He had even prepared all the woman might need while living at his place, which was under what she had told him twelve years ago when she wished to get out of her house, could not stand the violence she received from her parents. Told him something that
Karl arrived at Pedrosa's mansion for the umpteenth time. It seemed that every time he came to this place, it always followed with something unpleasant. Like Indri Pedrosa's death. Or Theodore, who almost lost his life if he did not come soon at the right time. And now, he had just received word from Erick that the last descendant of Berthold was killed by a sand-element dragon named Nicholas Southampton.His hands clenched into fists until his nails stuck in his palms. His jaw tightened for a moment, cursing Nicholas Southampton's actions that were out of bounds this time, luring his dragon aura to slowly escape around his body. Several times he tried to make calming movements so that he could control his anger and not destroy places that were not his opponent. He made sure to himself that he would kill the damn sand dragon named Nicholas Southampton with his own hands.