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From Frying Pan to Strange Fire I have to do this
Joan woke up with a start, only to discover she was sweating profusely even with the AC turned on. Her brows knitted as she wondered why the strange dream she had the day before came back to her. A knock interrupted her thoughts and Grace's voice filtered in. “Jo, are you up?” Before she could respond, Grace opened the door and walked into the room, frowning when she set her eyes on her friend. “You look terrible. Have you been crying? And why are you sweating?” Grace asked in one breath, concern lacing her voice and features. “I'm not sure.” Joan rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. She was taken aback when she saw how red her eyes were through the mirror. That was when she understood why Grace had asked her if she had been crying.“Jo, are you okay?” She heard Grace ask from the bedroom and she let out a sigh. She didn't even know if she was okay or not anymore. “Yeah.” She responded from the bathroom. “I'll be out in a minute.” Joan went ahead to wash up before return
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Attack
Outside the main door, she paused as she came face to face with the guard assigned to provide them security. “Is everything alright, Madam?” He asked, looking at her quizzically. He couldn't understand why she was all dressed up and out so early in the morning. “Um, yes. I just want to grab coffee downstairs. I'll be back.” Joan answered his question, but he wasn't satisfied. “It can be delivered to you up here, or I can go and get it myself. You don't have to go through that stress.” The guard suggested, and was about to move when she stopped him..“No, don't bother. I need the walk to clear my head. I will be fine.” She didn't wait after she finished speaking. She went straight to the elevator, knowing from the buzz of her phone that her ride had arrived.When the elevator door closed, she let out a sigh, seeing that he made no move to follow her. However, with the door now blocking her view, she didn't notice that he brought out his phone and made a call as soon as the door clos
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire A little more time
As the phone rang, Grace paced about the living room, waiting for Trevor to pick up the call. She had decided to call him after searching for Joan and the guard without any positive results. If the guard was with Joan, then Trevor would reach the guard on the phone since she doesn't have his number. He didn't pick up the first time, so she called again. “Miss Grace?” Trevor spoke when the call connected. “Mr. Baliante, sorry for bothering you so early in the morning. I can't find Joan. And I can't find the guard either. I thought he may have escorted her somewhere but I've searched everywhere and didn't find them, and it's been an hour now.” Grace poured out her reports and worries the moment she heard his voice, without giving him a chance to speak. “I’m not saying she's missing, but her phone is switched off and I don't have the guard's number. Can you call the guard to find out where they are? I'm dying of worry here.” Grace finally stopped talking.“Your friend is fine, Miss Gr
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Restrategize
Roman made no effort to move another step toward her. He just stared at her after hearing her yell at him.“What?!” he asked, surprised.“This is my room, right?” Joan asked after sitting up, her tone calmer this time.Roman didn't know why she was asking that, but he still answered. “Yes, it is.”“Good. Get out of my room.” Joan repeated, again with a calm tone, glaring daggers at him.“Are you okay?” Roman asked, still not moving. He didn't know what to think about what was happening. He expected her to be asking him about the attack but she was instead telling him to leave her room. Did she perhaps think that he was behind the attack? Was that why she was this angry at him?“Do I look okay?” Joan asked, annoyed. She felt she was going insane, and the dreams she had been having were not helping matters. It was no headless man this time. Rather, there were strange looking people who continuously whispered things she didn't understand into her ears until she finally found the will to
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Company
Joan remained on the bed, the image of what happened that morning refusing to leave her mind. She didn't know who those people were or why they came after her, but the driver was innocent. He was only doing his job, looking for his daily bread. Why did they have to kill him?The more she thought about it, the more guilt ate at her. If she hadn't booked that ride, that man would still be alive. It was her fault he was caught up in this and died in the process. The thought broke her down to the point where tears began to flow from her eyes. She heard a knock, but refused to respond. She sat still, staring at the door with a depressed expression until the knock echoed again.“It's Daniel, Madam. I brought your food. You haven't eaten anything for a long time so I know you must be very hungry. Can I come in?” Joan heard the words filter in and she sniffed, wiping her tears with the back of her palm.“Come in.” She said, but was forced to repeat it when she realized her voice came out ra
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Make things right
Roman didn't know how to feel about what she had just asked. Hearing her claim the house to be hers brought him immense satisfaction. However her eyes still held so much spite for him. He shifted his gaze to give Daniel a look and no one needed to tell the lad to disappear from the room at that instant.With Daniel gone, leaving just the two of them, Roman moved to the bed and sat down beside Joan, eyeing the left-over food on the tray before shifting his attention to her face.She had a glass of juice in her hand and she was sending him a wary gaze. Thankfully she didn't move away when he plopped his butt down on the bed beside her. “If you want company so badly, my room is right next to yours. You could have sent for me or just come to me.” Roman said, his eyes zeroing in on the area right below the side of her lips where a stray drop of juice rested. Seeing how she wasn't bothered about it or trying to wipe it off meant she wasn't aware of its presence. “I don't want your compan
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Delusional statement
Already tired of hearing the same reason over and over again Joan decided not to ask why.She just stared at the man promising her heaven on earth, and she still couldn't shake off the feeling that something just wasn't right with him.“You knew you had enemies, yet you involved me in this mess, knowing they would come after me and you claim to love me? How am I supposed to believe that?” Joan asked, swallowing the question about his identity, which she initially wanted to ask.“Don't you have enemies?” Roman asked and Joanne frowned.“I don't. I am not a troublemaker. I don't engage in things that bring the wrong kind of attention toward me.” Joan defended herself.“Are you sure about that? Are we forgetting how you caught my attention?” Roman probed, arching a brow, and Joan felt like slapping herself. However, before she could utter another word in her defense, Roman continued. “And did you say you don't have enemies? That would be the most delusional statement of the century. You
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Prisoner
Roman was all smiles when he walked back into his room. Before going back to Joan's room, he had thought of different ways to make her submit to his will, and was at first surprised when the first thought that popped into his head was to follow her gently. He fought the idea initially, and tried to come up with a less soft way to approach the matter, but every method he thought of didn't end well in his head. They would only make her fear him, and that wasn't what he was aiming for. There were already enough people who harboured the fear of Roman Gavriel in their hearts. He didn't want to see that fear in Joan's eyes. The fact that she could even talk back at him was already satisfying. He didn't want that to stop.So in the end, he decided to go with the gentleman approach. Seeing it work out partially in his favor, he felt ecstatic. He had never had to win a woman's love in the past. When he was younger, he waited patiently until he found his mate. After her death, women became an
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From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Kill you myself
The noise from the drama downstairs caught the attention of other people in the house, including Williams, who returned to the house that morning with Roman and Trevor. He had already gone into one of the rooms to rest his head when he heard the disturbance, and he walked out to catch sight of Trevor and Daniel pushing themselves off the floor. Just one look at Cody, and the latter began to explain what had just happened. Roman, on the other hand, was about to step inside his room after speaking with Joan, when he heard the noise. Pausing his movement, he smelled the air and caught a familiar but unexpected scent, which made him frown when he realized who it belonged to. What was she doing there so early in the morning? Changing his mind, he headed out of his room and started toward the stairs with the intention of meeting her downstairs. However, she was faster than him as she showed up before he could completely descend the first floor.“If it isn't the one and only Roman Gavri
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire You're no match
Joan's heart raced as her eyes caught the blood on Roman's shirt, her mind immediately darting to worst-case scenarios. Yet before she could even get a word out, Roman cut her off with a sharp question."What's going on with you?" he asked, his tone suspicious but not in any way tired or worn out as his appearance suggested.Joan blinked, taken off guard. "What do you mean?" she shot back, her voice steady, though the pulse in her throat quickened."The noise," Roman said, his eyes narrowing. "I just heard a crash."His gaze shifted toward the gap between the door and frame, clearly wanting a glimpse of whatever chaos was inside. Joan quickly leaned against the frame, blocking his view, her body rigid as if she could physically stop his curiosity."It was nothing," she replied, forcing a tight smile. "Just... just some rearranging." She added.Roman didn't buy it. "You're sweating. And your eyes are red." His gaze was unflinching, his brow furrowing as if to unravel the lie she was tr
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Nightmare 2
Joan lifted her eyes to find the headless man standing right before her. The sight was too much for her. He was dressed in an attire she knew to be worn hundreds of years before she was born, his clothes tattered and worn out as if he had just stepped out of an ancient painting.He stretched his hand in silent demand for his head, his fingers were long and skeletal, trembling with impatience.Terrified was an understatement of how Joan felt. Her heart hammered in her chest, every beat a painful reminder of her confusion. She extended the head toward him, her hands shaking so violently she feared she might drop it.The head felt heavy and unnaturally warm against her palms. As she held it out, she felt a strange compulsion to look at it, as if drawn by an unseen force. Against her better judgment, she turned the head around and a gasp escaped her lips.It was alive. The bright green eyes were open, staring at her with an intensity that cut through her soul.Joan frowned. Those eyes… t
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Nightmare
Joan stood frozen, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of the damaged car. The front was crumpled, the windshield shattered, and the tires looked like they had been clawed. She couldn't comprehend how anyone could have survived such a wreck."How did you... how did you survive this?" she stammered, looking at Trevor with a mix of disbelief and fear. "And Grace? Was she hurt?"Trevor shook his head, his expression calm. "No, your friend is fine and at her house already. She wasn't in the car when it happened."Joan's mind raced, trying to piece together what could have caused such destruction. She was still reeling from the sight when Roman pulled Trevor aside, speaking in a low, urgent tone."Take her home," Roman instructed. "But wait ten minutes before you leave.""Boss, they are too much. This fight is not one you should confront alone." Trevor spilled, his frown deepening."When did you begin to underestimate me?" Roman probed, narrowing his eyes at Trevor."I would never do th
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Mad man
Roman's car zoomed off with the same speed as they came. This time, Joan kept her mouth shut even though her heart was hanging in her throat. He made a sudden, sharp, and dangerous turn, causing the tires to make a screeching sound, but that was not all that got Joan extremely agitated. He was driving toward a very tall grass barricade which led to a farm, and he was driving at a high speed.“What are you doing?” Joan managed to get the words out of her mouth. Despite being secured by the seat belt, her hands searched for something to hold on to as she imagined her life coming to an end already.Instead of responding to her questions, Roman kept his gaze and focus ahead, already sighting danger around them. He was thankful for the fear in Joan's heart because that was the only reason she kept her gaze forward. If she had managed to shift her attention to the side, she might have caught sight of the fast moving creatures in the shadows following their car.The field he was aiming to b
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Punish me
“Boss, it's almost time.” Trevor said, bringing down his arm after glancing at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. His face held a deep frown, unlike his usual demeanor. Inside, he was a panicky mess. If it were just him and Roman out there by that time, he wouldn't be worried. They could very easily handle anything thrown at them. But having Joan with them complicated the issue.“I know that.” Roman answered, his eyes fixed on Joan and Grace. He was seated on the top of the bonnet of his car, while Trevor stood beside him. It's been over thirty minutes since they arrived at Joan's parents’ house, and the man was nowhere to be found, neither was he taking his calls. If he didn't know how worried she was at that moment, he would have suggested they leave. But he didn't want to come off as uncaring. Trevor let out a long sigh, running his fingers through his hair, a move that Grace's eyes caught just when she moved her attention to his direction. “She is gonna freak out.” Trevor c
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Still alive
Surprised at how easily Roman agreed to Joan's request, Trevor's lips parted. He watched the latter walk away before turning to look at Daniel, who looked to be in the same dilemma.“You should go after him. He may have forgotten.” Daniel said to Trevor and as if suddenly woken up from his slumber, Trevor followed Roman out.Grace, who didn't understand what the men were on about, simply watched Trevor leave before setting her gaze on Daniel. She couldn't help noticing his handsome features, which she had been too agitated to notice earlier. It seemed all the people surrounding Roman were specially carved by the creator. Daniel flashed her a smile, and she didn't hesitate to return it. “Please tell Madam not to worry too much. Her mother will be found.” He said, hoping to ease the tension and break the silence. He would have gone with Trevor, but he knew that Roman would not want him to be involved in anything happening that night. “Thank you, Grace responded, appreciative of his k
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Missing person
Guilt instantly registered on Joan’s face when she sighted Grace. She knew she had offended her friend by attempting to run away and also ruined their dream vacation by cutting it short to give days instead of seven. “Hey, you're alright.” Grace pulled Joan into a hug, letting out a relieved breath. “I was so worried.” Grace added, and the guilt in Joan's heart heightened. “I'm sorry, Gracie. I wasn't thinking. I only wanted to try to get away from everything.” Joan explained, receiving the hug with a heavy heart.“It's fine. We'll talk about that later.” Grace said, her expression shifting to a serious one as she pulled away from the hug. “What happened to your mom?” Grace asked, looking intently at Joan as if searching for the answer to the question in her eyes. Puzzlement clouded Joan's features. “My mom?” She asked, wanting to be sure she heard correctly.“Yes.” Grace nodded her head. “Nothing. Why?” Joan asked, still not getting it.“Nothing? When was the last time you heard
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire Daydream
Alarmed Daniel moved to block Joan's way making her halt and stopping her advance to the staircase. Cody moved from the door also, following her with the intention of apologizing properly. However, unlike Daniel, he didn't go to stand in front of her. When she stopped, he waited behind her for the right opportunity to speak. He had known Roman all his life and had been working for him for many years. Not once had he had any problems and he didn't want to start now. All he tried to do was to avoid being accused of letting her out of the house and facilitating her second escape attempt. Little did he know that his attempt to avoid trouble was going to invite even bigger trouble. He was no stranger to how werewolves treated their mates. Roman was a powerful lycan who had done the unthinkable in the past because of the death of his mate. Cody didn't want to be put in that position.“What is this?” Joan asked, frowning at Daniel. “Are you also going to stop me from climbing the stairs?”“
