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Nicholas could not take their eyes off the line of goods on the supermarket shelves located inside the shopping centre they had visited together with Alec in amazement. So far, they've only relied on their dolls to provide all their necessities in life--including food--and also Askarovich Winterwood while the man was still alive and to help them recover after William's punishment. They had to admit that this was their first time visiting a place like this, not as a result of the missions ordered by William, as they often did when they were still under William's orders, so they didn't spend much time on themselves. Coupled with their high self-esteem, they do not allow themselves to spend too long in the human world, simply because they think that humans are far inferior to them. "Is there anything that caught your eye?" They woke up from their daydream as soon as they heard Alec's voice speaking to him in a relaxed tone, standing behind them with the young man's eyes following the d
“Ni-cho-las?” They were startled when they heard Alec's voice whispering in their ear in such a low voice that it tickled their ears as a result of it, pulling them out of their reverie. They hastily stepped back a few centimetres away from the young man when the young man blew on the nape of their neck—one of their sensitive spots.“Are you paying attention to me? Hello?”"What?" they tried to cover up their shock by acting curtly."You did not answer my question, and you did not respond to me when I called your name several times. Whose fault is it, do you think?""Hmm?""Ah, looks like something's distracting you, huh?" said the young man again, chuckling softly when he heard their answer just now.If only you knew that it was all because of you, they muttered to themselves while putting on a frowning face as their way of hiding the sound of their loud beating heart."What can I do with you? I think I could not let you out of my sight, even for a moment," Alec shrugged, put on a sa
"Woah, Karl! I am speechless right now! Is this car you are driving right now a Porsche Cayenne Turbo S E-Hybrid?!" She could hear Bianca's question, which seemed so passionate when everyone got into Karl's car. She did not really spend her time keeping an update on developments in the automotive world simply for the reason that it was not her area of interest, to the extent that all she knew was the fact that the car that Karl brought for today's occasion was different from the other cars that Karl usually brought every time he picked her up to or from her college or when he invited her out for a date, but that certainly it did not apply to Bianca, who was now looking at the interior of Karl's car with a look of amazement that was clearly seen on her face. The fact alone managed to make her even more reluctant to find out how much the price of the car collection was actually owned by Karl. "Yup! You got me right, Bianca! Wow, I did not expect that my best friend's little sister k
From their behind, she heard gunshots aimed at their car along with the sound of car horns sounding repeatedly towards them to ask them to stop the car, but their attempts to direct their attack at Karl's car failed miserably due to the fog still shrouding the entire surface of the car thanks to Karl’s magic spell. She could hear the sound of cars screeching so loudly against the surface of the freeway that it hurt her to hear the sound, along with gunshots from people aiming for them. “Can you confirm that the one after us is Schneider’s men?” Karl asked Isabella, watching the vampire woman through her windshield. “Since I began to doubt that it is Schneider’s doing, although my assistant told me pretty sure that it was Schneider’s doing.” "I am actually not sure, but if I assume it by their brutal attack movements..." "It is most likely that our attackers are from another pack of werewolf clans," Bianca chimed in Isabella before she could finish her sentence. "As far as I can tel
Following Bianca's directions, Karl drove his car to the place Bianca had intended. The loud sound that came from the gunshot continued to be heard over and over again without no break, yet she could see that the gunshots themselves were not as numerous as before. The screen in Karl's car no longer showed Stephen's face as before but switched automatically to call mode, and only the same noise was heard from their place, becoming the background sounds of the call. She hated to admit it, but she could not help but feel worried about Stephen. Did something bad happen to that guy? Was the man all right? Was he battling the same monsters that she, Karl, Nora, and Arabella faced last night at one of the Waterford city ports—one of the Laurent family's territories? Was the man seriously injured? Or did the man manage to defeat Schneider's army without any trouble? Various questions flashed through his mind until he could feel that his head was going to explode soon with so many questions h
"What could I do? It could not be helped since this is my first time in this situation," Bianca replied gloomily. "I wonder how Theo felt every time my father sent him to the battlefield or to the war-zone areas of the Pedrosa clan's territory in a conflict-zone country..." Bianca's words just now managed to create a feeling of sadness in her, turning the tension in the car into silence in the blink of an eye. Karl looked gloomy at Bianca's words, and she could take a guess that her boyfriend also knew what a hard life Bianca's older brother--Theodore Pedrosa--had to live before and even after becoming head of the Waterford city branch of the Pedrosa clan. So did Isabella, who knew far more of the details than everyone else in the car, considering that Isabella had spent more time with Theo. In fact, if she could take a conclusion from her impression of Isabella, she felt that Isabella had pointed herself as an older sister to Theo as well as Bianca. From what Bianca often told her a
Wait. What did Erna just say? "Even though my memory has not come back at that time, you showed your true identity as a vampire without feeling worried about whether I will be shocked from knowing it or not." Her eyes widened instantly when she realised Erna's words sounded strange to her. She held Erna's wrist as she tried to hit Bianca again as a way for her to hide the blush on her face that was so obvious--as she could even see it up to the nape of her neck and ears. "Vero, let go of your hand. I am still not satisfied with hitting Bianca," Erna tried to release her grip from her wrist, but she tightened her grip while shaking her head slowly. "Woah. Did you spend your time taking martial arts classes?" Bianca commented while looking at her hand that was gripping Erna's wrist. "Because if that was the case. I really admire you. Your enthusiasm for learning even during your holidays never ceases to amaze me!" "Shut up, okay. I am being serious here right now!" "My bad~ my bad~
Ten minutes had passed since Karl was talking to Stephen and Isabella had left the three of them in Karl's car. The roar of the refrigeration engine in Karl's car was the only sound that accompanied the silence between the three of them. She did not dare to ask Erna any further questions on the grounds that she did not want to make the situation worse, so all she could do for now was observe Bianca who was fast asleep while looking around her surroundings. "Mama Irene ... Bianca wants to apologise for that ... urgh..." This was the third time she had heard Bianca babble in her sleep. The woman's voice was so soft, filled with fear that neither she nor Erna could understand to who Bianca was referring her apology to, so all they could do was observe Bianca. "You know who Bianca was referring to just now?" Erna asked suddenly, diverting her attention for a moment from Bianca to her best friend. "This is the first time I've heard that name," he said, shrugging his shoulders languidly.