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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
She did not know how long she had closed her eyes and held the hand of the woman named Arabella. All she knew was the growling sound of the monster that had appeared before her and the sounds of things being crushed around her at the moment, along with Karl's aura getting stronger and stronger. "A little bit ... A little more ..." "Miss Nora… if you push yourself too hard to heal the wound, you will get hurt." “I do not care! As long as Arabella is fine …,” Nora yelled in frustration. “Dang it! Why didn’t work!?” Her brow furrowed in an instant as she heard the voices of two small children trying to give Nora a pleading tone, half pleading. Until Nora walked up to her and asked her to stay by Arabella's side while the petite warlock nursed Arabella's wound, she had not noticed the presence of the two children around her. What was more surprising for her, the two children sounded very worried about Nora's condition, rekindling her curiosity, which had faded when Karl asked her not t
She looked at Nora, who was galloping towards Stephen first. The woman's body was indeed small, but the movement of the woman's body was very agile, assisted by the appearance of transportation called by the woman just now, whose shape reminds her of a surfboard out of nowhere, but with colours that remind her of the colour of the aurora sky in the Scandinavian region. The woman jumped onto the surfboard, launching a magical fireball attack like it was shooting a bullet in rapid motion–barely caught by her eyes to the enemies. "Nora..." Her attention was diverted from Nora, who managed to approach Stephen towards Arabella. The woman's voice was hoarse, with her eyes slowly opening, looking confused. The woman's eyes shifted alternately to Nora's minions summoned by Nora, then to her, and finally to the magic barricades that enveloped them like transparent domes. "Miss Darren..." With great difficulty due to her still not fully recovered body condition, the woman tried to change her