A story between a werewolf young master and a naive human man. The werewolf is a rich second generation from a prestigious family lineage. He falls in love at first sight with the human man, but instead of pursuing and cherishing him, this pampered young master repeatedly hurts him, intentionally or unintentionally, even leading to his death. Out of guilt and to atone for his sins, the werewolf young master asks his wizard butler to help him resurrect the human man. The wizard butler informs him that with each resurrection, the human man will return with a new identity but will have to pay a price each time: his life will become tougher and his character will be more innocent. Despite the warnings, the werewolf young master, driven by his desire to reunite with the human man, insists on his resurrection, regardless of the consequences.
View MoreEven so, I couldn’t wait to open the first video file that Ethan had sent. The footage began with the day Neil moved into the castle. He appeared visibly anxious, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his shirt, as if feeling somewhat constrained by the unfamiliar surroundings. Beside him stood Ken Yimo, who looked exceedingly gentle, his gaze soft as he watched Neil, seemingly trying to ease his discomfort.I saw Ken Yimo slowly extend his hand, gently patting Neil on the shoulder, and in a deep, reassuring voice, he said, "From now on, you are Neil Yimo."That single phrase seemed to carry an invisible weight, causing Neil in the video to visibly pause. He furrowed his brows, a hint of confusion creeping into his voice as he asked, "Why can't it be Randolph?" His tone was carefully innocent, devoid of any hostility or challenge. It was clear to me that Neil held a deep attachment to his original surname—an identity he h
I quickly sent a message to Ethan, informing him about the multitude of surveillance cameras in the castle and requesting that he take action to swap out the cameras in Neil's bedroom and bathroom. Within moments, Ethan replied, assuring me that he would get right on it. He also asked if I needed any further assistance.I told him that for now, I didn’t require anything additional—just to ensure that the surveillance in those two crucial places wouldn't expose my movements.His swift response reassured me. I felt a sense of camaraderie, knowing that I had someone I could rely on to help dismantle the oppressive monitoring Ken Yimo had set up. Together, we could create a safer environment for Neil, and I was determined to do whatever it took to protect him from the unseen dangers lurking within the castle walls.Next, I quickly logged into our group chat to update everyone on my recent findings. I detailed the
Neil continued holding me, lifting me to his eye level so our gazes met. He smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. “Why are you so adorable?” he murmured, and before I could react, he placed another gentle kiss on my forehead.In that moment, my heart practically burst with joy, a wave of emotion sweeping through me like a warm tide. An irrepressible urge surged within me—the impulse to shift back into my human form and wrap Neil in a fierce, heartfelt embrace. Every fiber of my being longed to close the distance between us, to express the affection swelling uncontrollably inside me.But reason swiftly pulled me back from the tempting fantasy. The thought of the surveillance camera hidden in the room snapped me out of it instantly. Ken Yimo’s watchful eyes were everywhere—his control stretched into every corner, and I couldn't afford to be reckless.This secret, my true identity, had to
Hearing Peter's suggestion, I wanted to roll my eyes, but alas, my face could hardly convey any complex emotions in this form. I could only silently grumble in my mind, wondering if Peter was doing this on purpose by choosing such a "familiar" name for me.Neil tilted his head and repeated, "Ryan?" His voice held a hint of hesitation, as if he was seriously considering the name.At that moment, Ken Yimo chimed in, his tone teasing. "Isn't this a case of who’s not here losing out? Naming the dog after Ryan, who isn’t even present?"Harry seemed to catch on, jokingly remarking, "Well, who told him to leave first? Lucky for me I didn’t take off early; otherwise, the dog would’ve been named Harry."Laughter filled the living room, lightening the atmosphere. While everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves, I knew deep down that the mission was far from over. My brothers had begun
Ken Yimo offered a faint smile and replied softly, “Alright, let’s arrange another meeting soon.” His voice was steady and calm, as if he had already anticipated our next encounter. A tightness gripped my chest; something about him felt far more complex than he let on. “Sure,” I replied quickly. As I turned, I addressed Harry, saying, “Let’s talk tonight.” Harry nodded lightly, a smile gracing his lips as he responded, “Absolutely, on time, alright?” His tone seemed like a casual remark, yet I knew that this seemingly simple exchange concealed a multitude of matters we needed to discuss. As Peter and I stepped out of the castle, we made our way to a secluded corner where we were sure no one could see us, and we confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras in the vicinity. I halted, turning to Peter and said, “Wait for me.” My voice was low and infused with a hint of mystery, prompting Peter to stop in his tracks, a sli
Nick lifted his head, looking at Ken Yimo with unwavering determination. “It really is him; his flavor has never changed. Mr. Yimo, can I see him now?” His urgency was unmistakable, as if each passing second was tearing at his heart with impatience. Ken Yimo glanced at his watch, still maintaining that calm smile. “No need to rush; he’ll be awake soon. He tends to wake up around this time—just a little lazybones.” His tone was light, as if he were discussing a child's daily routine, but the underlying implications made me increasingly wary. Nick seemed somewhat reassured by Ken Yimo’s response. He nodded, murmuring to himself, “It seems he’s doing well here. He never could sleep in this late at home, not even when he was sick.” His tone was filled with guilt and reflection, as if he felt he had owed his brother far too much during their time together. Ken Yimo replied casually, “Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of him.”
I felt completely reassured about the situation at the hospital. With Harry and Peter in charge, everything wass under control. Harry's calm demeanor combined with Peter's decisiveness was more than sufficient to handle any unexpected circumstances. Excluding me from the equation, their partnership boasted considerable experience, and they had developed a remarkable synergy over time. Particularly with this task, they bore a dual responsibility: ensuring that the meeting between Nick and Nelson proceeds smoothly while also safeguarding every step of our plan from premature disclosure. One of them exceled in thoughtful strategy, while the other thrived in decisive action. Together, they operated like seamlessly interlocking gears, functioning with precise efficiency. I’d heard that their arrangement allows Nick to visit Nelson at any time, unlike the strict bi-weekly visits to Yimo’s house. However, each of these visits must be accompanied by Peter, with Harry als
I had a lingering question in my mind that I could no longer suppress. "What about the boy in your family? Does he show the same respect for his brother?" This was the question I had long wanted to ask. From what we had gathered, the child Ken Yimo had adopted was none other than my precious Neil. I needed to uncover the truth about Neil's situation. Ken Yimo's expression shifted slightly, revealing a hint of concern at my question, but he quickly regained his composure. “He occasionally asks about his brother. However, I worry it might upset him, so I haven’t shared too much information.” Peter interjected, “Speaking of his brother, after hearing he might pose a threat to our protection plan, I dispatched some people to investigate. The findings were mixed.” I leaned in, intrigued. “Let’s hear the positives first.” Peter spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My team reported t
I chuckled, clearly amused by his unwavering defiance. “How about this: I can ask Harry to expedite your treatment? Don’t you want to get out of here as soon as possible? If he puts in the effort, you could be bouncing out of this place in no time.” Nelson’s eyes flickered with interest, revealing that my suggestion had caught his attention. “Really? Is that possible?” I nodded, my gaze steady and reassuring. “Yes, Harry mentioned to me that he’s confident he can help you. You might not realize it, but he’s truly exceptional at what he does.” A flicker of uncertainty crossed Nelson's face, as if he struggled to believe what I was saying. “I can see that—he’s definitely intimidating.” “Intimidating?” I furrowed my brow, my mind racing with thoughts of Harry's secret. Could it be that Harry accidentally revealed his vampiric nature? But that seemed unlikely; Harry's caution was far beyond ordinary, and he
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