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Dante's POVLunch ended. Mische and her husband volunteered to clean up the mess. I quickly went to my bedroom to have some shuteye.I exhaled loudly to shake off the heavy feeling brooding inside me.It had been a stressful few weeks. I was so spent that I could no longer handle my feelings properly. I was becoming an ill-tempered irrational jerk without any control whatsoever. This was dangerous.I hadn't had any proper rest since Lily died. Dreaming about her became my only solace, if I could dream. She looked peaceful and ethereal everytime she showed up, never taking off the smile on her face. It has calmed me down, but it would always die whenever my eyes opened a few minutes after.I laid to bed with one of my arms resting on my forehead, staring at the ceiling while I began to self-reflect about my feelings for...I became too hot-headed and impulsive with Lia. I had never hit any woman–at least not out of anger or shock. In my mind, I needed to push her away from me as far as

Dante's bomb shelter looked this way:From the entrance door at ground level, there was a flight of metal stairs leading three levels down. The main door to his secret lair led directly in front of the stairs, but a smaller door was visible on the left side of the short hallway. It was probably a utility room of some sort.Once you entered through the main door, the rectangular space was occupied by the living room. There was an L-shaped sofa without armrests. Beside it was a mini side table with geeky decor. A rectangular coffee table sat in front of the sofa.On the right wing, which the sofa faced away from, there were two large rooms. The rightmost side was the master room, and the other was Dante's recreation room. Dante's master bedroom had a bathroom complete with a shower and tub.On the right side of the sofa, straight ahead from the main door, there was a small dining area, and beyond it, the kitchen. The kitchen had its own toilet–probably for guests.It was smaller than a

Lia's POV "Lia." Dante called my name and it woke me up. I glanced at the clock–4 A.M. What did he want? He stood beside the sofa and looked down on me. "We have training to do. Get up." I groggily got myself up from the couch. "I'm still sleepy..." I yawned and stretched my arms. "Here." Dante gave me an energy drink. I gently tugged it away from his hand. "Isn't this unhealthy?" Dante slowly blinked. "No time to think about that. We only have two months to prepare." "Don't you have anything else like a candy bar?" "Wait." Dante went back to the kitchen and got back with a granola bar in his hand. He stopped walking by the short hallway and weakly waved the granola bar, in front of him for me to see. "This enough?" I nodded. He threw it in my direction and I successfully caught it with one hand. I downed the drink in three gulps and shoved the granola inside my mouth, chewing big and hard. Minutes passed and I felt the rush inside my body. Dante quickly threw me a metal

Lia's POV "Nothing." Dante stared at me with nonchalance. "You're nothing to me, just a means to an end." "Dante!" Mische darted her stare at him, her disappointment showing in her angry eyes and crossed arms. I swallowed hard and held back my tears, rushing to the bathroom to comfort myself, alone. How's this possible? I couldn't believe him! I didn't know if I'd love or hate Dante. First, he saved me, then he manipulated and assaulted me. The next day he listened to what I wanted. Now he said I was nothing to him? I want to understand you, Dante, but I couldn't! I've resolved my case. Looking at myself in the mirror, I murmured, "I need to get out of here." But I still felt the need to stay. My heart was tugging me to. The heart wants what it wants, but it'd be safer if I just leave him. My tears stopped. I got out of the bathroom, strolled onto the kitchen and heard Mische and Dante talking. I hid myself behind the wall. "Is that why you're super cold to her?" Mi

Lia's POVI heard knocking on the door.“Lia, are you done?” Dante kept knocking like he was getting impatient with how long I was taking.I opened the door. “Almost. What's the rush?”Dante nearly shouted. “Get out. She's here.”“What? Who do you mean—?”“Oh my God, Dante—she's Lia?!” I stopped speaking when I heard a female voice behind him. A woman peeked out from Dante's back. She had a blonde-dyed hair and caramel skin. She was gorgeous with a naturally pleasant vibe.Dante shot her an annoyed glance. “This area is off-limits.” Then, looking directly at her, he added, “And Mische, what did I tell you?”Mische smirked. “She'll find out, you know. Sooner or later.”Dante rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, Mische turned to me, beaming. “Hi, Lia! I'm Mische. Pleasure to meet you.”I reached out for a handshake, but she pulled me into a hug instead. I hugged her back.“Oh, how sweet...” I mumbled, my cheeks turning red.She pulled away but kept holding my hands. “You know, Dante talks about

Lia's POV"Training? What kind of training?" I closed my eyes, sighed, ran my fingers through my hair, and muttered to myself, "What the hell did you get yourself into this time, Lia?"Dante stood there, looking down at me, that spark in his eyes never leaving. "You'll get what's rightfully yours—fortune, prestige, men at your beck and call, no matter how many you fancy."Then he leaned in, his face close enough that I could feel his cold, fresh breath as he spoke. "But first, you help me. Then I help you claim everything that's yours."I froze in place, caught in his stare, mesmerized by those fiery eyes. Heat rushed up my cheeks.Dante smirked, amused. But before I could evade it, he grabbed my neck and kissed me—hard. Torrid.Phlak! I slapped him. Hard. I gasped for air like a fish gasping out of the water.He wiped the red mark on his cheek with the back of his palm, his forearm flexing under the rolled-up sleeves of his pullover. "That's what this training is also for. You need t

“Bunny, can we talk?” Maxill approached Bunny along the open deck of her airship.Bunny closed her eyes and heavily sighed. “What now, Maxill?”Maxill wanted to say sorry, but he wasn’t sure if it was the appropriate word to tell her. He’s not apologetic of his identity, and yet he felt he needed to tell her otherwise.“… I’ll make it up to you tonight.”Bunny scoffed. “Maxill, no, I get it. You don’t like me. Wait, let me reiterate—you don’t like girls.”Maxill was rare to speak out his feelings. Feelings of disgust and apprehension, yes, but his sincere feelings, rare. He finds it hard to do so. Still, he really tried hard, just to comfort Bunny in her disappointment. “But as an acquaintance, I kind of like you.” The sulking pilot was a bit surprised. “…you do?”“Yeah. You’ve been supportive and understanding, at least to me. I have my toxic traits, but you still put up with me for, like what, 2 years? You saved my butt too many times, too.”He added, “And for a pilot, you’

“So what’s your plan, Chastine? And why are you suddenly so snobbish with our pilot?” Juste asked his girlfriend with utmost curiosity in his eyes.Chastine wished to tell her beloved about it, but it might spoil all the fun. She merely winked at Juste and said, “sorry, can’t blurt it out to you. But you will know soon…” “Besides, even though I already halved the cost of our flight, I still think she’s charging us way more than the standard rate.”“Money’s not an issue, Chas, as long as I’m around.”“It’s not about that, Juste. We should be practical with money matters. And why are you calling me ‘Chas’ suddenly? Only Maxill calls me by that name.”“Heh, it sounds cute enough, and there’s this feeling of closeness to it.”“It’s fine by me, but Maxill might get a little bit jelly about it.”“Oh, yeah, about Maxill, how did you convince him to agree with your plan? After all, I can see our pilot to be head over heels about him.” Juste sneered. He was quite amused how his girlfri

SWEET-16 is considered an armored flight vehicle by national standards. It has a thin metal alloy for its exterior, and thick fabric panels for its interior. There are offensive and defensive mechanisms attached to the aircraft like the plasmic EMP barrier (for repelling thunders and sun flares), bomb assemblies and small firearm mounts.SWEET-16 stands for Sky Wings Embedding Etherial Technology, with the number as the successful prototype count of the said flight vehicle. It runs on Etherial fuel, an easily melted mineral deposit harvested under the sands of Ham Desert.Bunny Lang was the chief designer for the SWEET-16 project. But because of its high-cost and maintenance, the aircraft was scrapped off by witborn military.She overhauled the last prototype to make it stealthy, and was had finished upgrading it when Maxill and his friends popped out of nowhere.Bunny welcomed them inside the aircraft’s cabin. Inside, there was a small round table with four chairs around it. Th

Juste remembered one his mother’s greatest work.Being a herbalist herself, he never would imagine the vastness of Saraise Isaacs' scientific accomplishments if he didn’t look for the ingredients of the Remedium.Her mother’s discovery and breeding experiments landed her a place in scientific books.He started to feel enthusiastic and excited about getting the next ingredient.Saraisium ordinem, also known as ice rose, is a succulent plant that had been specifically bred for the very purpose of making the Remedium.It was fed with a special liquid while being exposed to the sun, and then nipped and attached to a base plant.Repeating this technique many times, Juste’s mother was able mutate a special component in the plant which was one of the ingredients needed in turning a human to a fellhound, and vice versa.Maxill spread the map again on a flat surface to know where to look for the ice rose.According to the codex, the ice rose is endemic to the Ham Desert.Maxill starte

“You think this is gonna work on him?” Juste asked Maxill, thinking if they would be able to be successful in their plan. “Trust me, I’ve memorized the whole guide.” Juste was quite surprised at what his bloodhunt friend just said. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised up. “Woah, you did?” “Yes. And I bet on my 75 years of life that it’ll work on him.” “What the—you’re 75 years old?!” Maxill added, “And forget about what Scion said. He’s just toying with your head.” He also bothered to comment on Juste’s astonishment regarding his age, “look at me, Juste. For us bloodhunts, age is just a number. I could pass as a teenager just like you. Heck, I’m even young by vampire standards.” “Ugh, well, I just thought you’re around 40 years old, heh.” Juste’s nose showed wrinkles and lines as he smiled in an awkward way out of disbelief and amusement. Maxill couldn’t help but wonder, “…are you flattering me, or insulting me?” “Don’t worry, it’s a compliment.” Juste snickered at what

Everything was not going well with Juste, Chastine, and Maxill.The bloodhunt did acquire what he had planned in getting from the north, but it costed him his peace and composure.He even accidentally killed one of his own, even if he only wanted to beat the h*ck out of Dreon.Not that he cared about the snoopy bloodeye, but he realized that he wasn’t able to control his strength and went overboard just because he was led by his feelings.Meanwhile, Juste and Chastine have had some bad encounter with none other than Juste’s current nemesis, Scion, the army commander of their clan.Not only did Scion burnt each southern thorny wolfbane he could find around the region, he also decided to revisit the pair and take the diary of Juste’s mother to burn it before his very eyes.Among the three, Juste was clearly the most devastated. He was starting to feel that their quest was all for naught.Without any substantial guide to continue their mission, Juste was thinking how they would be