Bianca groaned in pain, stroking her wrist, which was now reddened by her older brother's firm grip when he was dragged her and Erna out towards the north exit as soon as her older brother released his grip, telling her to get into the only black shiny limousine that was parked neatly near the north exit of the airport Adolfo Suarez Madrid-Barajas international airport. Allowing the car driver hired by the Zhang family to carry all their belongings into the trunk of the car, leaving her with Erna, who was still angry with her for the reason she did not understand.
What was wrong with what she did earlier? She had obviously only greeted the group of flight attendants in Italian (and she was quite surprised to find that they could still understand what she was saying despite of the fact that she was talking to them in Italian), asking them for recommendations of places she could visit with Er
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It had been several hours since they left the airport and arrived at the hotel which was full of medieval Spanish interiors heavily influenced by Arab culture. A maid had just entered their room, giving them a light snack as it was already lunchtime. "Thank you," he said to the maid. An old woman making a sad look on her face for reasons he did not understand. The sad face was clearly still new, but it managed to make her look much older than she should be, who he felt was only in her mid-fifties. The fact that vampires were immortals was indeed just a myth created by humans, but the belief that vampires were difficult to age since their body cells move slower than humans were clearly, an undeniable fact. There have been several researchers—both humans who were interested in the study of vampires and among vampires themselves—who have succeeded in proving the theory of their body's ce
Veronica looked out of her bedroom window (well, technically, it was an empty room in Stephen's mansion that Stephen had prepared for her as a temporary stay) while she was enjoying the sound of the raindrops soaking Waterford city. The sound of the rain that fell at the beginning of winter this time somehow managed to calm her frantic mind as she was thinking about the many things that had happened recently, so she now understood the reason behind startup companies engaged in self-development such as Forest––her favourite time management application with using Pomodoro technique––willing to invest their time in creating the sound of raindrops as part of a special feature for their premium subscribers. One of the first apps she downloaded as soon as she got her smartphone as her high school graduation gift from her older sister two years ago. Speaking of that, since her arrival at Stephen's
"A gift? For me?" "Yes. Just say it." “No need, I do not want to bother—” "You do not bother me, Vero. You are my dearest little sister. The only family I have. So, you do not need to feel hesitant. Coincidentally, next week I will get my salary. Just name of it." “Th—then, I will think about it later. I still do not know for now." "Okay. Remember to not thinking about it too long," her older sister replied casually. "Oh, I almost forgot. Have you been watching the news lately?” "News? What kind of news do you mean?” "Ah!" sh
Febrina ended the call with her younger sister, stuffed her smartphone into the pocket of her straight jeans she wore today, again focusing her attention on Gavin, who had been patiently waiting for her all this time. "Are you done? How is your younger sister doing?" "At least she is fine. She still did not know the news until I mentioned it, though," she chuckled in response to Gavin's question with a shrug. "I sometimes doubt if my younger sister really wants to be a lawyer in a social organization or not. She does not even know big news like this. She keeps watching Netflix. She is really worrying me so much." "That is natural. People around Vero's age is often like that. Leave her alone." "Yes. I do. It
Alec Berthold knew that his body's recovery process went slowly but fine, just as predicted by a woman warlock who was acquaintances of his grandfather named Nora Lavender. So he no longer had to continue being stuck in his bedroom and stay still without moving too much as he did before. As it was now. He was training his body he hadn't used in a long time to fight alongside his older brother, Klauss Berthold, who reduced the frequency of his attacks to give his newly recovered body time to adapt. Close combat was not possible for him for the time being, so his older brother concentrated on a new combat training schedule for him with close combat. "We're done first. Your movements are much better," Klauss wiped the sweat off his forehead, offering to return the weapons they had used as their combat training tools since three hours ago. Without hesitation, he gave it to his older brother while trying to control his still irregular breathing, even though it was already
He arrived at the family dining room just before dinner began. His paternal grandfather––Pierre Berthold–– seemed pleased to find him, motioning for him to sit down immediately. It seemed that in his paternal grandfather's eyes, his paternal grandfather still saw him as a person who had just recovered from death and was fragile until he had to be treated with care like his grandfather's collection of flower vases. So did all his extended family. Even his mother came straight to him now, who was turning his body over and over again just to make sure he had fully recovered from his injuries and not forcing himself to join the dinner. "I am fine, Mom. There is nothing to worry about,” he tried to pull up the chair on his right so he could sit down right away, but his older sister––Cassandra–– immediately took the initiative to help him pull it out.
Stephen continued to look at Nikki, who was listening intently to Karl's explanation. The serious look that Nikki put on her face, if he had to be honest, actually did not really suit the cute face that the woman had. "Therefore, until now, Stephen and I have not been able to confirm what the situation is," Karl cleared his throat, ending the presentation session about the case they were working on. Something he honestly didn't want to tell Nikki about. He did not want Nikki to know about the big problem involving the fate of the underworld. If it wasn't for Karl who kept forcing him to tell them all the facts they had just discovered a while ago, he probably would have kept quiet. Leaving the woman clueless. To him, the less Nikki knew about the world of supernatural beings, the better. That meant he didn't have to put her in danger. Unfortunately, he didn't understand Karl. He didn't understand the way his nine hundred year old best friend asked him not to hide any
He did not flinch, unable to believe what his paternal grandfather had just told him. His eyes flickered in disbelief, looking at his paternal grandfather, Pierre Berthold, who replied to him with a slow nod followed by a small smile plastered on the face of the thousand-year-old man. He hastily put his cutlery on the dining table. He looked at all the Berthold family members who were not so numerous in the dining room, which also gave him the same response as his paternal grandfather did to him. "My decision has just been made, and I will not take it back. I will give my position to a descendant of Berthold who has the same power as me. Like I always say to all of you every day,” continued his paternal grandfather. "Does anyone here have any objections regarding the decision I made just now?"