What Veronica said was definitely not for a reason. Erna once told her and Bianca about her sexual orientation identity as bisexual when they were still in high school. And from that moment on, she noticed the change in Bianca's demeanour that started to make Erna angry more often, as if she got a lottery ticket when she heard Erna's confession. Back then, she did not understand the reason behind Bianca's change in attitude. Now that she had asked Bianca herself a few months ago, she understood the reason behind Bianca's change, and she wanted to support her best friends with all she could.
"Is it okay to think that way? Don't you think it's weird if I forget my feelings for Alec and start liking Bianca's seriousness?”
"The word 'forget' is not the right phrase to describe how you feel right now, Erna. Are you confused with w
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It never crossed his mind at all until now.Never once had it crossed his mind that he would like someone as fragile as Nicholas Southampton. His initial intention to join William was pure from his frustration over his feelings with Odelia Winterwood. The daughter of a high-ranking Winterwood clan, who still likes her ex-fiancé, Karl Smith, even though her ex-fiancé has repeatedly denied her feelings. He decided to join for reasons he had to admit, very childish; he wanted to prove to her that he was worth more to her than Karl.He was indeed descended from a low caste dragon, but he had talent as a warlock––thanks to the mixed blood that he got from his late father, a warlock who died because of the dragon law, which requires non-dragon partners to be executed. The punishment caused his birth mother to fall
A voice full of pride made him suddenly turn around, facing Sean Laurent, who was standing in front of Nicholas' bedroom door with his arms crossed, walking over to him while shaking his head slowly at Nicholas' condition. "Just let that trash die. That's much better. Think about it again, how many times has he made such a fuss to trouble His Majesty?" "What do you want, Sean? If you only came here to insult him, you better get out of here now. I'm busy." "I'm just curious. Lately, I've always been watching you. Asking to myself the reason why you keep continue to protect Nicholas," the man walked around the room, observing one by one Nicholas' belongings Nicholas had intentionally left in a place that had become their second residence after Nicholas's mansion in
Alec stopped walking through the garden in his grandfather's mansion, slowly breathing in the fresh air that nature gave to him. He was gazing at some birds flying above his head, with the sky clear of clouds that usually covered the sky in the area where his grandfather lived. He looked up for a moment, holding back the pain that had arisen when he took a deep breath because his body had not fully recovered, before forcing himself to walk towards one of the shady trees. With difficulty, he leaned his back against the tree trunk, closing his eyes. Finding it was Erna's smile that filled his mind when he closed his eyes. He bit his lower lip, silently holding back the tears that were about to flow out of the corner of his eyes. Reminiscing about the moments he spent with Erna before he had to leave her due to his condition. His hands squeezed the grass around him, pulled it up to the roots and threw it in any direction.
Fortunately, he only experienced it for a moment before everything returned to normal, with the sound of a crow already perched on his shoulder, with the crow's eyes looking at him anxiously. From a long time ago, the Berthold family had a strong bond with the crows thanks to the grace of Morrigan's blood flowing within their bodies, attracting the crows to be by their side whenever they needed it. In his case, the crow realized his fear. The crow gave him a reassuring look, and in an instant, the fear he was experiencing just disappeared. "Thank you. I'm fine now," he said, smiling slightly, rubbing the top of the crow's head that seemed calm as he did so. As if the crow lent an ear to listen to his confusion, provoked him to tell the crow the reason for his anxious feeling. "It's a weird dream. Lately, I've been getting strange visions since I almost died. Like earlier. I saw a large room. I found myself in the body of a child, trapped in the room with my m
Half grumbling since he did not get the answer to his question earlier from a figure he had never met before, he left his place. His two eyes saw the figure of a man with several people behind the man who was running at full speed towards him that made him have to squint his eyes since they were very far apart. The face of the man who turned out to be his father looked relieved when he saw his whereabouts, as did his three siblings (two women and one man) approached him. Check him closely to make sure he was okay. "What are you doing here?" said Klauss–– his older brother who looked worried when he saw his condition, took off the faux fur coat he was wearing, then put it on him instead of a blanket to ward off the cold winter that was about to enter Waterford city. "We were looking for you for a long time, worried that you would be kidnapped, you know!" "Thanks for worrying me, but I'm fine," he replied, pulling the sides of the coat close to makin
Chapter 81 The afternoon sun in Waterford city was not as hot as usual since it was already entered early winter but the temperature that started to change drastically made Karl close the coat he was wearing before he got out of Stephen's car, closing the car door followed by Stephen who was now standing beside Karl after turning off the car engine. "See? I could not believe that it is even more horrible than I thought," Stephen motioned for him to follow the man into the ruined theatre. It was razed to the ground so that he could no longer see the splendour that he always saw whenever he took the time to visit this theatre in his spare time. Whereas in the past, this theatre building was one of the buildings passed down from generation to generation by the Laurent f
Apparently, his arrival with Stephen had been predicted by the woman with the body of an elementary school child, who seemingly had a strange obsession with the purple as he found Nora was already waiting in the lobby of the apartment where the warlock woman lived. At first, he was annoyed when she saw his presence. She jumped up from the chair the petite woman was sitting on just now and ran towards him. The petite woman's frowning face immediately brightened as soon as she showed a bit of the stored sword using his dragon magic. Much more practical than carrying a sword anywhere in the 21st century. The idea was sure to quickly do nothing but create suspicion from modern humans, who no longer need to carry swords as their weapons of self-defence. "You really fulfilled your promise," the petite woman asked him to keep the sword
"No special reason, if I have to tell you the truth," he cast a spell to take out the sword inherited from his late grandfather he had stored into the dimension of the item he made. Giving it to Nora, who enthusiastically welcomed the sword, as if it were the petite woman's just got her favourite snack. "Really?" "Yeah," he raised an eyebrow in surprise when he saw the look of surprise on the little woman's face. Questioning the woman's reaction, which he thought was a little odd. As he motioned for himself to sit down–– followed by Stephen, who was now yawning widely–– he cradled his pyramid-shaped hands above his knees, leaning his body towards Nora. “That was my intention at first. But I do not deny that I have other business with you. "Shoot," Nora folded her arms across her chest, a serious expression on her face. A sign that the woman put an ear to listen to his words. "My intuition is always right." "It is about Schneider," he straightened his