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He nodded his head, giving Erick permission to touch him. Erick was stroking both of his cheeks carefully and with such gentle care."It feels like you are getting further and further away from me, Theo. I could not help myself to think that way.""But I am here, right? I am here, in front of you. You can see it by yourself. Is it not enough for you?""Indeed, I know. But what I mean is you being in front of me managed to make me fail to protect you. I am the first boyfriend you ever have in your life, and it should be my responsibility to protect you from any dangers."Yet, be that as it may, it always ends with you solving all your problems alone. I always find you seriously injured, or in critical condition. Or dying, on the verge of death. And whenever I find you in that condition, I could not help myself but feel unworthy. I always failed to be the one who saved you, Theo. It sucks."There was nothing he could say but remain silent, allowing Erick to continue speaking while he too
After a very long argument between those two men, who still insisted on bringing her home in the same way as when the two men fought to be the one to get a chance to carry her and going home (and ended up with Karl winning the little game this time again), she and Karl were walking towards Karl's car, which was apparently parked right in front of the entrance of the theatre building. On the other hand, she took a chance to look at Stephen, who was looking down languidly and was about to make a protest, which the man, unfortunately, failed to do when one of Stephen's men called Stephen to discuss business matters, leaving her alone with Karl, who was still celebrating the small victory with a happy hum. "I am so doubtful about one thing, to be honest," she said after watching Karl's reaction for a long time as they arrived in front of Karl's car. "Hm?” Karl raised an eyebrow in his response to her. “What are you talking about, Karen?" "I thought you were the type to share what you
Stephen's lack of desire to explain to them all the outcome of his conversation with his personal assistant provoked Nora to jump over to Stephen, tugging on Stephen's tie and forcing him to bend over at the woman's height. "Tell me, young pup! Where is my Arabella!?" Stephen let go of Nora's grip in one easy motion, straightened his tie, and glanced at the three of them with deep, serious eyes. "That's the problem. Fabiola said that Arabella was away on a mission for a few days, starting yesterday," Stephen drew closer to them, now with an anxious looking on his face. "But the thing is, Fabiola lost contact with her this afternoon when she wanted to check on Arabella’s condition since her signal suddenly vanished." "Right after I lost touch with my Arabella a few hours later," said Nora, a face increasingly filled with worry that was now becoming more evident on the warlock woman's childish face. "What mission did Arabella take to make her disappear?" "I could not go into the det
Alec looked at the figure of Nicholas, who was sitting with him in the garden behind the Berthold residence with a look in their eyes that they could hardly describe. His eyes followed Nicholas' gaze, finding that he could only see the empty daytime sky over Waterford city. Their lips were dry and chapped from the fact that they kept refusing his offer to even drink water, and kept asking him to take them to this place. Then they would sit in silence all day until the sky turned dark when it was a sign from nature that nightfall was coming. Right now, all he could do was stay still, staring at the figure of Nicholas who still would not move from the park bench even after he managed to bring them to his residence. He had to ignore the reaction of rejection from his entire extended family, who rejected the presence of the Southampton sand dragon clan and thought of him as a crazy person. Especially his grandfather, Pierre Berthold, who was the most opposed to his decision to help Nichol
Nicholas did not flinch an inch after hearing his words just now. Their big cute eyes looked at him with a look of amazement, surprise, and a hint of pleasure that Nicholas desperately suppressed to keep from overflowing to the surface. While his eyes continued to carefully trace the structure of Nicholas's face, making sure that he was observing every detail of the face that so caught his attention at this moment, waiting for Nicholas's answer. His heart, unbeknownst to Nicholas, was filled with guilt that was slowly but surely building up inside him. To be honest, most of what he just said was aimed at himself, not at Nicholas. He only said that sentence to the sand dragon figure, who was now considering his words with a serious facial expression as a way to atone for his guilt due to the actions he did a week ago, when he was still haunted by strange dreams, that he could not understand the origin and the reason why the dream kept coming to haunt him. In his dreams, he became Nich
Nicholas gasped, finding themselves speechless the moment they heard the words Alec Berthold had just said to them. If there was an appropriate expression to describe what a young human with the grace of immortality from the goddess Morrigan–Alec Berthold–looked like to them, then they would say that Alec was the dumbest person they had ever met in their lives. What they meant was, how could anyone be willing to sacrifice anything, be willing to do anything, and even be willing to give up everything just to protect them? Protecting a creature that would not even bring the life of an immortal young human any luck other than misery? William Schneider—a person who they once had a feeling to the man, to the point where they would give anything for the werewolf man in exchange for the attention William gave them, did not even want to stay around them for long. The person they had only realised when the man had intended to kill them three days ago had approached them, not out of sympathy,
Bianca got out of bed in slow motion, making sure that her half-brother, who was sleeping on the side of the bed remained asleep. After nearly three hours of lying in bed and pretending to sleep so that her stepbrother fell asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief."Then I have an interesting offer for you, Bianca. Would you like us to lead the Pedrosa clan together?”The offer that her stepbrother had just made after she expressed her seriousness about granting his older half-brother's long-standing wish to him (actually she only did it for the reason that she did not want to make her older half-brother worry about her) managed to make her gasp at a loss for words to say at her older stepbrother.Both she and Erick looked at each other at the moment, showing the same surprise mixed with a sense of amazement at her older stepbrother's strange suggestion just now.That was, well, everything did move according to her hidden desires. Since a long time ago, when she was a child, she wanted n
With help from Stephen, who immediately ran out of the car and opened the door for her, Veronica walked out of Stephen's car as soon as they arrived at the port. Precisely, on the dock, which was one of the hearts of the export-import economy of Waterford city and also one of the Laurent family's other livelihoods apart from the theatre. Well, at least that's what Stephen said which he could summarize from his short tour while on the road. He couldn't deny the fact that a strange feeling shrouded his heart. It felt like he was in one of the scenes that often appear in dramas or action-themed films, only this is real. His heart was pounding, racing with a little euphoria inside him that he was trying to keep from rising to the surface due to a new experience that he had never felt before he got to know the world of supernatural beings. "Thanks, Stephen." "Don't mention it," Stephen replied with a wink as he closed his car door. As he always saw in fiction, the cargo dock looked bus