Bianca gulped as Erick opened the door. If it was something in the world that she could relate to how she was feeling at the moment, then she could say that it felt like she was entering one of the churches with vampire hunters already waiting for her arrival to attack and stab her in the heart whenever the opportunity to do so came–in most of the vampire fiction stories or movies that she often watched with her girlfriends in her spare time whenever she had a time to do that.The exception to this was the fact that whatever the vampire hunters do in the fictional story was utter stupidity–considering the fact that it was not only vampires who would die when they got stabbed with a blunt object like that what the vampire hunters told as a holy cross (with the holy water they brought with them for all the time, which she found was very troublesome carrying such things with them everywhere they went), but other living things too. The most ridiculous ideas ever thought up by ancient legen
All the memories slowly flowed out of her mind, like they were moving out of her mind just like an open Pandora's box, bringing up so many strange memories. All this time, she was very sure that her mother, Indri Pedrosa, always hated her older stepbrother’s existence until it always managed to make her feel annoyed by the way her late mother treated her older stepbrother when her late mother was still alive. Be that as it may, she found it strange when she found that in the memories she was seeing at the moment, she did not find a single trace of her late mother’s hatred towards her older stepbrother. Instead, she even found the gentle figure of her late mother, who always smiled not only at her, as she usually saw how her late mother way at her, but she also smiled at her older stepbrother, until it made her not recognise who the woman in her memories was at all. As a result of her not being able to recover quickly from her shock yet, Erick pulled her hand before she could yell a p
Veronica was spending most of the day practising and mastering fighting techniques in the dungeons, all by herself. Until she was forced to rest her body once her body alerted her that she had crossed her limits. As she lay down on the floor of the basement she was in at the moment, she looked up at the ceiling. Untying her hair tie, letting her long wavy hair stick to the floor of the room and ignoring the risk of her hair getting dirty as a result of it. After all, she would be enjoying her time in the bathroom for a little while, so why should she worry about such small things like this? Precisely the threat of having her hair dirty was nothing compared to her fighting ability. She had already mastered the technique of fighting using a wooden stick—which would be of great help to her if she was getting attacked by the enemies outdoors and using the weapon she brought with her later or finding a weapon that resembled a wooden stick that she could find surrounding her—over the past
Veronica immediately woke up from her nightmare, while she was gasping for breath and cold sweat covering almost her entire body. Her eyes flashed the same fear that she had felt twelve years ago, with her whole body shivering from the lingering fear of her past memories coming back to haunt her. "Nikki? Are you all right?" A voice that was soft but still sounded full of worry, slowly brought her out of her past, traumatising memories. She looked at Stephen, who was clutching her shoulders, forcing her to meet eyes with a werewolf named Stephen Laurent, who was still calling her name in a worried tone. "Nikki? Are you having a nightmare?" It took Stephen's repeated efforts to bring her fully awake from the nightmare that still trapped her in the memories that she did not want to remember at all. The nightmare she thought would no longer haunt her like when she first experienced it. Or if she did, the dream would no longer frighten her. Moreover, she had undergone counselling therap
Veronica immediately woke up from her nightmare with gasping for breath and cold sweat covering almost her entire body. His eyes flashed the same fear that he had felt twelve years ago, with his whole body shivering from the lingering fear of his past memories coming back to haunt him."Nikki? Are you okay?"A voice that was soft but still sounded full of worry slowly brought her out of her past, traumatizing memories. She looked at Stephen who was clutching her shoulders, forcing her to meet eyes with a werewolf named Stephen Laurent who was still calling her name in a worried tone."Nikki?"It took Stephen's repeated efforts to bring him fully awake from the nightmare that still locked him there. The nightmare she thought would no longer haunt her like when she first experienced it. Or if he did, the dream would no longer frighten her. Moreover, he had undergone counselling therapy to reduce her PTSD symptoms.Well, even though the coun
Bianca was laying down on the grass behind the Zhang family's garden, looking up at the night sky covered in mist. The same problem as in Waterford city where the fog due to pollution was thick enough to obscure the stars that should be visible from where they have clearly become only small specks of light that were difficult to enjoy. ['Everything that was done by your mother was nothing but for the sake of the safety of both of you. Especially for your older brother, Theo. She did all of these, sacrificing everything she had, so your father, who has always disliked Theo's existence from the start, would not lay a finger to kill Theo if he found out about Theo's true talent as one of the future leaders in the Pedrosa clan."] Erick's words when he told her the harsh reality hit her as if the rubble when Pedrosa's largest prison in Waterford city collapsed due to William Schneider's attack, leaving her unable to move her body even just to avoid the rubble of the building. Her right h
Theo took a sip of the blood in the mug that Erick had given him slowly. His appetite had almost disappeared due to the tiredness that had come to him since yesterday after he learned the truth about what his late stepmother had been hiding from him all the time. His eyes looked at the thick red liquid with a sad look, as he did not know whether he should be happy knowing that his late stepmother loved him all this time or not. Or knowing that his memories had been changed by his late stepmother all this time for the sake of his own safety. The memory that it was actually his late biological mother who had been doing violence along with his father, while his late stepmother had always been the first person to desperately protect him at any cost as if his existence was very important in his late stepmother’s eyes. If he thought carefully about it, everything that happened to him all started to make sense to him. His stepmother, in her lifetime, never physically harmed him. All his ste
It might be for Erick, their first meeting was meaningless. It might be that for Erick after he knew everything that was hidden from his boyfriend for more than ten years, their first meeting was nothing more than a mission that had to be carried out by Erick at the behest of his late stepmother. But for him, the meeting felt so magical. It was like entering a magical world that introduced him to a new hope in his gloomy life. His magical meeting gave him a rainbow that coloured his life. And for him, Erick's presence in his life is like the main character in the Being Henry David novel, Daniel Henderson, when he first met Hailey as soon as he arrived in the city where Henry David had set foot there. A popular female student who had diabetes but was still cheerful, and slowly the popular female student began to introduce the main character to things he never knew or dare to do before. "I have never met–" “Enough is enough!” he shouted in a booming voice, interrupting Erick before h