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 counBianca 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
Her holiday break was now over. Veronica took a deep breath as she read the email containing the notification from the campus that the winter break was shortened. That means, this week would be her last week to enjoy her freedom from lecture material or the piled up of the assignments that she would receive from her lecturers, most of whom always use their busy lives as their excuses for not fulfilling their obligations to teach their students.. Just the thought of that possibility made her mood even worse. She turned off the notification screen of her smartphone, put her smartphone on the table in the family library belonging to the Stephen family (which she only found out today after Stephen took her around the mansion), then laid her head on the table with a listless face. "What is it? Why are you making such a long face, hm?" Stephen's voice did a little bit of work to take her mind off the general disillusionment of students being stripped of their day off by the university.
Veronica could not stop herself from being amazed by the interior of the scene in front of her as soon as her prosthetic legs, wearing the high heels that Karl had given them the first time they met, stepped out of Stephen's car after Stephen opened the car door for her. The man himself nonchalantly threw his car keys at a valet parking attendant who grabbed the keys in a hurry and entered the driver's seat, while Stephen immediately put his hand on her waist, offering to hook his arm around the man's arm.She gladly accepted Stephen's invitation, who led him carefully into the theatre. The man's eyes were alternately looking at him and his prosthetic leg, looking anxious, making his mouth itch to comment. She wanted to tell the man that she was fine. She wanted to tell the man that her prosthetic leg had no problem wearing those high heels.But, be that as it may, she did not deny the fact that she was secretly enjoying all the attention Stephen was giving her at the moment. So she ju
When she entered the room at first, she thought that the room she was about to enter would be filled with a mystical aura just like the time she met Karl–her future boyfriend. Or it would be like supernatural fiction stories that she often read in Young Adult genre novels which she often reads in her spare time after doing school assignments when she was still in high school and college assignments (on the grounds that she was already in her second year at school lectures). With full of a mysterious, mystical aura, with a magical sensation that could make the hairs on her neck shudder as he entered. In fact, the room where the werewolf man--who had now become a human due to the incident that Stephen vaguely told her earlier just before entering this room--worked in much the same way as a normal human's office room. A white themed decorated room with red-carpeted floors (she take a guess that this carpet was very expensive on the grounds that the material itself looked luxurious and ne
Petra was away from her for a moment when he heard Stephen's question just now. For a moment, the man's brows furrowed, as if he doubted whether he should answer Stephen's question just now with an honest answer or not. There was a hint of doubt on the cute-looking man's face before he looked back at Stephen."There is, but not so much. Given my current state, it's hard for me to infiltrate or get information like I used to often do."She glanced at Stephen who was gulping, with a face filled with guilt. Most likely due to the reason Stephen had told him before entering Petra's study a few minutes ago."I'm sorry. If only I...""Boss. You don't have to keep apologizing to me. I never blamed you for that incident at all," Petra gave Stephen a small smile as he patted Stephen on the shoulder casually, making anyone who saw it would not think that these two people are related. are superiors and subordinates, not friends. "I'm actually grateful. Becau
Bianca had just finished packing all her things into the medium-sized suitcase that was on the bed, tapping the top of her suitcase excitedly. On his right, Erna still seemed to have trouble packing her clothes into the suitcase. Compared to her who only brought what she needed, Erna's luggage was much more. The woman brought clothes that were actually enough for a month just for a week's trip, like women in general, so she couldn't help but shake her head slowly and approach Erna."Do you need some help?" he whispered in Erna's ear. His hand slowly trailed from Erna's right shoulder, then moved down until it reached the back of the woman's hand, before gripping her hand tightly. "I can help you. If you want.""Do you really need to do that, Bianca?""For you, yes," he smiled a little in response to Erna's curt answer which always managed to provoke his desire to see other reactions that Erna gave him. Compared to all the women who have been his girlfriend