Nevea woke up feeling sore all over her body. She sat and began massaging her body with her eyes still closed. “Good morning, Sparta.” Zach’s voice instantly made jumped from the bed in a hurry. Her eyes darted left and right, observing the room that wasn’t hers. “Why am I not in my room?” She inquired while looking down, only to find that she wore an oversized black t-shirt. “Did you change my clothes?”“Don’t you remember what happened last night?” Zach questioned back as he dapped the towel to his wet hair. “Remember what?” Nevea put her hands on her waist, trying to mask her anxiousness by appearing to be more confident in her stance. Zach’s head tilted to the left, and his eyes stared at Nevea, pondering whether she was acting or not. In the end, he shook his head and said, “Forget it.”Upon hearing his words, Nevea moved before her brain could process everything. She grabbed his arm, stopping him from entering the bathroom again. “What happened last night?” Her tone turned gr
Nevea sat alone while enjoying her lunch. She had been wandering in Stormsire, searching for a possible place Gio would use for the transformation. So far, her effort was for naught. She had so much in mind, from her mission to the thought of her missing memory. The phone on her pocked vibrated, completely ruining her train of thought. “You have to run away from Stormsire. Now!” Lola panicked voice greeted her the second she answered. “Hello, Nevea, can you hear me? You should run! Two people from team four will go there to kill you!”Surprisingly, Lola’s flash news didn’t have an effect on Nevea. She had guessed that she would be killed. Regardless she succeeded in her mission or not. It was only a question of time, but now it had been answered. Vlassta had already sent two of their best hunters to kill her. It was ironic how she went from being a hunter to being haunted. “How did you know about that, Lol?” She asked calmly while stroking the pendant of her necklace. Correction,
Nevea was done packing her things and ready to let everything go. She looked at the clock wall that showed it was already two. She pushed the curtain to the side and looked at the weather because, based on the weather forecast, Stormsire would be hit by heavy rain and storm today. Fortunately, it was sunny, and there was no sign of a storm brewing. Nevea lifted her backpack to her shoulder and made her way out of the door. She looked left and right, making sure there was no hunter or Zach near her. After making sure she was safe, she continued to stride cautiously. Just when Nevea got comfortable and let her guard down, she felt something hard touch the back of her head. Nevea gulped and hoisted both hands in the air as if she had given up. “Turn around.” The voice was familiar to her. If her guess were correct, it should be Bryan Wells, one of Team Four’s members. The good thing was he was a human like her. Nevea sighed. She would have had a slight chance to escape if the hunters
Nevea didn't know what had happened. One moment she was bleeding and on the brink of death, and now she was suddenly thrown into another unexpected situation, which she believed she had never encountered before. The stark difference between the place and her clothing gave away that she was dreaming, or Zach was pulling a prank on her again. Right now, against her will, Nevea was sitting in front of a giant glass window that showed a vast landscape filled with towering trees. She then stood up, looked down at her creamy white dress, and felt the fabric on her skin. It was incredibly soft on her skin, which made her believe the material was most likely made of silk. Flower patterns adorned almost the whole part of the dress. 'Another dress… I'm dreaming again.' Nevea thought. She didn't know how in the world she could be in a dreamland, but her mind was totally aware of it. Despite that, she couldn't control her motion at all. She was to watch everything unfold before her eyes again.
"Nevea!" Zach's angry scream reverberated through the bathroom walls. He pushed each door of the toilets without caring whether someone was using it. Since Nevea woke up, Zach had a feeling that woman was cooking something in her pretty little head. The way her eyes wandered around him like he was her worst enemy and how her heart accelerated like she was in trepidation. He should've known it, yet he ignored those signs. After her almost-dying experience, Zach thought Nevea would cling to his arm and beg for his protection. But it wasn't her if she didn't manage to surprise him. And now, she successfully played him and escaped from his clutch. Zach hit the mirror hard until it broke to pieces, and blood flowed through his knuckle. "Damn you, Nevea." He cursed. He, for once, didn't like to play with her like this. Knowing someone out there was hunting for her life didn't sit well with him. He wanted to be her shield and ensure that her soul stayed together with him for as long as h
Nevea had decided for Vuyshire, her birth city, to be her final destination. She had been on the road since last night, moving from one city to another. Luck seemed to be on her side since the driver never once checked on the truck's backside, making her journey smooth. Nevea only jumped from the truck when it finally passed the gate of Vuyshire. Before the incident with Max and Bryan, she had already used the phone from another visitor in the hotel to rent a place in Vuyshire. Not only that, but she also had withdrawn a large sum of money that would help her survive for a whole month. As for now, she was pretty much prepared to stay hiding in her new place until the situation deemed she could flaunt her face. Nevea then walked to her new place in haste. She pulled the zipper of her hoodie until it almost covered half of her face, making sure that none of the local people could see her. By now, Zach and Vlassta might have started their hunt. She believed they had already spread her
Hanna Banks. How could Nevea forget that woman’s name? She had engraved it on her mind far since she was a kid. Her memory might be blurry on her face, but the name was enough to bring all the memories back.Just as she said, Hanna was a devil incarnation in her eyes. Nevea recalled how Hanna used to taunt her for being an orphan, calling her names because of her odd silver hair. At first, the young her thought it was nothing since kids were always making fun of each other. But Hanna didn’t stop with verbal abuse. That despicable kid took a drastic turn to haunt her and hurt her physically. Nevea, like a fool, accepted all the pain from Hanna. She didn’t even try to defend herself because she believed she had to be the wise one between them. She was taught to be a docile and kind child. So she did. However, her action backfired. It only drove Hanna to the edge.She remembered how Hanna started spreading rumors about her being cursed after the death of her first family. At first, the r
Nevea wasn't given a chance to comprehend the situation because Kiara had already dragged her away. She tried to break free, but to her surprise, Kiara was stronger than she thought. Kiara pulled her away from the main street to the small alley that Nevea was familiar. As they walked further, Nevea's brows furrowed because she could picture that Kiara somehow wanted to bring her to her first house after she got adopted. "What are you doing, Kiara?" Nevea's voice was firm and almost sounded angry, but Kiara completely ignored her and kept strolling. "Tell me before I decide to hurt you." She threatened, but it fell deaf to Kiara. Nevea then opted to attack one of Kiara's legs, but before she could do it, they came to a halt in front of a minimal-sized house with a brown fence. A long time ago, the house was hers. It was the place she got love and care from her foster family before death took them away from her. Nevea yanked her hands free from Kiara and glared at that woman with a