Novels by luca

ERA’S POV"Sir... are we dating right now?""Yeah. I'm doing it because I want to.""Do you really like me?"I'm well aware that my face is already too thick to say that to him. Let's just go ahead and do it this way. It's fine to engage in filthy behavior. That was a nickname I used to go by. Not everything can be learned solely within the four walls of your home. There is still a school and friends to keep you company.I don't have any real friends.“Yeah! From the time we were children, I have liked you.""Perhaps it's just plain lust, Sir—"“Mind you, Era. You are no longer a minor. We can get married now,” he pointed out to me the beer he was drinking. Tsk. He obviously likes the intestines."Getting married?! But I don't like you in the least. In addition, I had no idea whether or not we were childhood friends. How am I supposed to know if that is true?""Era, we have been engaged for a very long time. When you found out that we were moving because I was going to the United Sta

ERA’S POV “Sir! Dinner is on the table!" I could hear the crackle as it made its way into the kitchen. W- Why is he dressed like he's going out? "After we finish eating, let's go see a movie." “Sir? Please have mercy on me! I have a class scheduled for tomorrow—" "I have seen you don't have any classes tomorrow. Because they are attending a seminar, not all of your professors will be available tomorrow. And anyway, there are only two subjects. Watch to see if they text you later on." Oh, my goodness. He's already seen my schedule, so he should put his in the refrigerator as well, right? What is it about this situation that is so unfair? My phone buzzed, and I believe he was aware of it because he points it at me. Shoot. My two professors have already texted me about their seminar. Of course, he insisted on my dressing up. And the bastard was just sitting in the living room, watching television, waiting for me. "Sir, we can watch television in this room—" “No. "I'd like to set

ERA'S POV "Are you upset with me?" A brisk exchange of words. He wants that, and that is exactly what we will provide him. It's fine if he doesn't respond right away. I'm powerless to do anything. But f*ck this, what is it about him that is so mysterious? It took him a few seconds to regain his speech. The expression on his face suggested that he was still considering his next words before saying them. It appears that he will find a way to 'play it safe' in order to avoid accusations. "Hey, Sir. I don't want to shed any more tears. I'm getting a little tired. As a result of you, I'm getting tired of academics, I'm getting tired of this place, and I'm getting tired mentally as well. Sir, I'm not sure where I should put myself right now. You hugged me yesterday because you were trying to keep me calm, and now you appear to be punishing me because you didn't like what I did to you a little earlier. So, what exactly is it, Sir?" He was unable to respond. He seemed surprised by what

ERA'S POV I swung my body away from him. For such a petty reason, I don't want him to witness me crying in front of him. But when he hugged me, I couldn't help but stop. I sobbed even harder as a result of what he did. “I’m sorry, okay? I was just stressed for the past few days because of work. It won’t happen again, okay?" He quickly pulled both of my arms away from me and ordered me to face him. He was already beaming a friendly smile at me. He wiped away the tears from my eyes. I couldn't help but cry in front of him even after all this time. “Don't cry anymore, please? You’re making me worry... ” "I'm going to go to bed." Ugh. Traitor! "All right, guys, here it is. The evacuated needle is available in a variety of colors. Green represents 21 gauge, black represents 22, and blue represents 23 gauge. Because Sir's vein is large and prominent, I will use the number 21 as a starting point. Accordingly, first, remove the rubber part, and then screw it onto the holder to complete

ERA'S POV "M- Ma'am... will I be able to teach my batchmates? Is it alright Does everything seem to be okay?" (This does not imply that you will be a teacher. Since we have finished with the needle and syringe, we will only talk about the evacuated tube system for a short time. You will only be instructing on the procedure. Do you think it's okay with you?) I don't have the ability to veto anything. Tss. It's pointless to refuse their advances. "All right, Ma'am. I'll just send a text message to our section's liaison officer about Mam Can. Can you tell me where the phlebotomy room is?" (I'm fifteen minutes late for class in MT207. Easily take my venipuncture kit from its storage location. You are aware of the passcode, aren't you?) "Yes, Mam," I say." have a lab coat with me." (All right, Miss Ponciano. You may proceed. Thank you so much!) As I dashed to the locker next to the stockroom, I quickly dialed Franz's number. I even took a peek at the lab across the hall, which

ERA'S POV "One seat apart." Oh, my God! He's not my professor now, is he? One seat apart?! How is that possible? What?! Do we have a quiz for him?! Why did I forget that he is my professor this morning and that he will be the one to administer the quiz?! “Sir? Is it true that we'll be having a quiz? Hasn't the discussion come to a close yet—" “Yeah. Our discussion will resume after the quiz is done. For the time being, the quiz will consist of thirty items." I just let out a sigh. It's a shame. What is it about you that makes you act this way? Why are you putting me through this? I had a sour expression on my face throughout the entire quiz. How come he only wrote projections for the Haworth Observatory? Then figure out what kind of monosaccharide it is, because he hasn't even discussed it yet! This is f*cking annoying! "Put down your pens and stop writing. Please pass your papers forward." And then there was the idiot, who was still smiling as he examined each piece of our p