I looked at Mr. Shaw, who was cutting something, was wearing an apron and was standing with his back to us, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He didn't seem to notice my arrival, or pretended he didn't."There isn't anything" I muttered as I threw my bag on the nearest sofa and then entered the kitchen.Finally He turned to me and a small smile appeared on his face "Miss Heather, I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen?"I folded my arms on my chest. Lana stood next to me smiling broadly again."No, of course not." I muttered while looking at him with a what-are-you-doing here look. He only replied to me by raising one of his eyebrows slightly before returning to his cutting job."Mr. Shaw, all this time I thought you were a very busy person ... " Lana said as she poured me a glass of white wine, her glass was half gone."Actually it's my last day in San Francisco, tomorrow I have to go back to Manhattan. My vacation is over." He turned slightly towards Lana as he spoke. He loo
'Unlucky!" Lana swore for the third time this afternoon. "It's my favorite shirt, damn ketchup." He muttered while wiping his white shirt that was stained with a few drops of tomato sauce with a wet tissue. But what he did instead made the stain even wider, he grumbled in frustration before finally giving up."Do you have time to accompany me to buy a shirt?" He looked at me half frustrated and half pleading. We were in the toilet of an Italian restaurant, today is one of my regular lunch schedules with Lana. I checked my watch briefly then nodded at him, "I still have half an hour."Lana smiled broadly while putting on her black blazer again, the part of the shirt that was stained with sauce was covered by the blazer."Lana, you can hide the stains under your blazer, why buy a new one?" I asked, pointing at his shirt.She rolled her eyes before answering me, "I have a date after work.""And you didn't tell me?" I asked, frowning. I took her small comb and styled my hair a little even
The adrenaline and pain made me stand up faster, but with my room still dark I couldn't see very well. Suddenly he was behind me and grabbed my wet hair roughly before pushing me onto the bed, my sobbing sound could be heard in my room, I didn't even realize I had been crying since earlier.He pinned me down with his body weight, my face buried in my pillow making it hard to breathe."Shut up, you bastard!" the voice whispered loudly in my ear, "I will kill you if you scream again, do you understand?"I tried to nod, I faintly heard the sound of my cellphone falling earlier. He tied my hands with a cable and then turned me around. I tried not to move too much so that my towel wouldn't open even more.Suddenly he walked away and one second later a bright light shone on my room. I looked at him in panic, he was wearing a black mask that covered his entire head. All of his clothes were also black.The man took my cellphone then turned it off, the last voice I heard was Mr. Shaw who screa
'Oh ... good. Give him my regards." I pretended to yawn so Lana could go back quicker and get some rest."I'll see you again very early in the morning. Too bad they won't let me stay." He answered while pulling the corners of his mouth down.I'm a little touched that Lana was thinking of staying with me tonight. "Of course, this is the ICU room, Lana. Maybe after I get transferred to the regular room they'll clear it."She smiled again and kissed my forehead, "See you tomorrow, Ella."'OK, bye." I smiled back at him until he disappeared from behind the door. From the ICU window I could see Lana hugging her father before they walked away. Even though their relationship is not very good, at least Lana still has someone to hug at times like this.I took a deep breath to swallow the disappointment that was clogging my throat. For the first time in years, I felt really, really lonely.Due to the influence of the drug I fell back asleep several times before waking up, then falling back asle
"Shut up you bastard."I opened my eyes in the dark. A masked man's head inches in front of my face whispers the words again, "Shut up you bastard." I wanted to scream, but my voice stopped in my throat. One of his hands groped my leg until it was a few inches above my knee making my stomach turn."Stop ... " my tears came out along with my sobs. "Please, stop." His cold hands moved slowly up, I closed my eyes and then I pushed his body that was pressing on me with all my might.Suddenly he encircled my wrists with his other hand, holding me back from struggling. "Eleanor, open your eyes." I struggled again, this time harder. His hands gripping my wrists tighter, I can almost smell the alcohol from his panting breath ...***"Eleanor!"I looked into a pair of dark blue eyes when they opened, He was very close to me. But I still can't move my hand. "Mr-Mr. Shaw?" My voice sounded shaky, just like my whole body right now. He looked a little angry when he looked at me, then I realized he
"Ella, you okay?""Huh?" I turned to Lana. "What?"She looked at me with her big light blue eyes "You're thinking about that guy? He deserves it."I nodded slightly, "Yeah ... you're right." But that's not what I'm thinking right now. I'm thinking about Mr. Shaw and what we just talked about. What if he did kill him?"I called your office, Christine and the others are likely to visit you this afternoon."Thanks, Lana." I smiled at her trying to divert my thoughts. "I just want to go home asap.""Me too. I miss talking to you in the middle of the night."I smiled at her again "Me too. Is your father still in San Francisco?""He's been gone since 7 o'clock." She answered quickly, Lana didn't really like talking about her father or her family. "Ella? If ... if you need a donor for your liver, you can use mine.""Lana ... you don't have to do this." I replied, I was touched by her offer. But I will not accept the offer. "There are plenty of other donors, even if I really need one."Lana s
Mr. Shaw didn't answer me. But I don't need an answer because I know everything "I still have a few questions."He nodded slightly while looking at me with a slightly worried expression."If you don't hunt humans anymore ... then how will you survive?""Blood bank, we have connections working there. They supply human blood every few weeks."The fine hairs all over my body bristled slightly when I heard his answer. The expression on his face seemed to grow colder even though it looked like he was trying to hide it."We mix it with Wine to disguise it." He added in a slightly irritated voice. I remembered the crystal wine bottle that was in his house at that time, the color was indeed darker than the usual wine color. My stomach churns a little when I think about it."So you don't hunt humans anymore." I repeat to myself. It is not dangerous.Of course, you idiot, He's already helped you several times, I thought angrily to myself."But we still have the instinct to hunt humans." That se
i stopped when i heard a feminine voice chuckling. it took me two seconds to convince myself that this voice wasn't just my hallucination.i know he's in manhattan for a friend's office wedding for at least two days. eric still gave me a report whenever needed but he didn't tell me the wedding was being held at this hotel.the voice sounded closer. i can also hear miss morrel's voice talking. the last time i met her in person was 3 months ago, we passed each other in front of a wine boutique when i visited san francisco. of course she didn't recognize me then because i had erased her memory, she didn't even look at me.the bellboy standing in front of the restaurant gave me a questioning look but i ignored him. slowly i turned my body back to stare into the restaurant. he was just sitting at one of the tables across from me. her two amber eyes met my gaze even though she was talking to miss morrel, i don't know since when she looked at me. for a moment i couldn't take my eyes off of h
My body shivered with desire at the sound of Nick's sharp voice. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back onto the bed, facing him again.His blue eyes gleamed with lust, but I'm sure my own eyes looked just as desperate.One of his hands gripped my shirt. "I'm sorry if I ruin your clothes, Eleanor," he murmured, his voice strained. I wanted to laugh, my husband was still apologizing in a situation like this. The ticklish feeling disappeared quickly as he pulled off my shirt, scattering it around me.He undressed me until I was left in just my bra and panties. His satisfied gaze on my body only fueled the fire within me. The air in the room felt thin. No matter how hard my lungs worked, I couldn't breathe normally.He lowered his face and kissed me passionately, while one hand slipped around to my back to unhook my bra. In an instant, my bra was thrown to the corner of the room, and his warm, large hands cupped my breasts.The sensation of his touch sent waves of pleasure throughout my b
I'm not sure how much time has passed. After our last conversation, Dostov said he would check on Lana and the others downstairs because he was afraid the blood cleansing process wasn't finished, so he asked me to wait in his apartment.Our previous conversation kept repeating in my head. But no matter how frustrated and worried I am now, in the end, Dostov's words are the ones that prevail in my mind. I can't change the future, even if I were to know it. All I can do is hope and pray that what Dostov saw won't happen in the future.Suddenly, the door to Dostov's apartment opens again. But it's Nick's face that appears behind it. I stand up to greet him, but both of us freeze upon realizing something. His previously warm gaze turns cold instantly. "Eleanor... Why do I smell Alastair's blood on you?" he asks as he takes a step closer to me.Damn, I forgot about Alastair's blood."Nick, I didn't realize the blood I drank was Alastair's," I explain, stepping back to distance myself from
They stared at each other for a few minutes, silently."Whose blood is it?" I asked, hoping to hear his answer.He grimaced again. "Nicholas will be later. But right now, there's nothing more effective than Volder Ella's blood."I couldn't help but feel familiar with that scent, my body already recognizing it without Dostov confirming it. Nicholas will definitely be furious later. "Ugh, Dostov," I grumbled, closing my eyes in frustration."Don't worry, he won't be mad at you. Plus, by tonight, Alastair's scent on you will fade away... with Nicholas." He sighed and shifted his gaze to the bookshelf in the room.I glared at him and sighed. His intention was good, to free me from the torment of blood lust as soon as possible, but I was still annoyed because he didn't warn me earlier. "Are you better now? Do you want blood again?" I replied curtly."Not blood again, just another blood. Not Alastair's blood," he mumbled, still looking slightly guilty with his college kid face. The frustrat
Carleon's anger and terror were evident as he whispered in disbelief, "No, Dostov, you promised me!" He tried to stand up, but Nick pushed him back down with his foot, causing him to fall by Dostov's feet again. "Carleon, consider this as you redeeming yourself for your sins all this time," Dostov said calmly. "Isn't now the right time to make amends for everything?" He whispered softly, looking down at the side of his foot. "Vlad will retaliate against you!" Carleon shouted in anger. Dostov stared at him expressionlessly. "Haven't you realized yet? Vlad has abandoned you. He knows about your plan to form your own clan. Isn't that why you were looking for the newborn Valkyrie? To gather power and break free from Vlad?" "No..." Carleon shook his head. "Dostov... You've set me up." His voice sounded shocked and trembling. Nick, who had been observing Carleon, now looked up in surprise at Dostov. "Nicholas, you should take him away. Gregory and Lana must be waiting," Dostov continue
I didn't have time to see what happened next because Volder pulled me and slammed me onto the carpet, causing my back to hit the floor hard. I quickly rolled to the side to avoid his black hands and long nails that were about to slash me.I stood up and approached the baby doll with one hand while Volder, the man in front of me, hissed angrily. He lunged at me, aiming for the baby doll I was holding, but once again I managed to dodge him. I couldn't see where I was going because all my focus was on Volder in front of me, but the sounds around me were chaotic."Don't you dare touch me," I hissed angrily, showing my own fangs. Volder smirked mockingly and lunged towards me. I tried to dodge him again, but one of his hands managed to grab my long hair and yank it forcefully, pulling my body towards him. I tried to fight back with one hand, but he yanked my hair down again and slammed his knee into my head with great force.He threw me to the floor again and reached for the bundle I was h
Chapter 132 It felt like a wave of icy water washed over my body as I heard Carleon's last question. Carleon. Nick and I looked at Dostov simultaneously, who still appeared calm. Dostov was the one who spread those rumors? I thought with horror, but Alice had said that Dostov wasn't the one responsible. On the other hand, Nick just observed both of them, even though he usually easily succumbed to anger when it involved our children. "This is the second time I'm warning you, Carleon. I'm not in the mood for small talk. If you can't respect my request, you should leave my territory quickly." Then Dostov turned to us, though he quickly winked one eye at me. The tension in my shoulders eased. Dostov walked back to his seat and sat down. "Ah, forgive me once again. I just wanted to see the reactions of the new members of your clan who are present here. Consider it as me helping you test their loyalty to you," Carleon continued. So his previous question was a provocation for us... "If
I could hear the pounding of my own heart. We walked side by side. Alice separated herself from us, as she was planning to enter after Dostov finished speaking. I had heard stories about Carleon from Greg and Lana, who had met him directly. As Vlad's right-hand man, he was incredibly loyal and always carried out his duties perfectly. According to Nick's stories, Vlad never intervened directly or displayed his powers openly because everything was done by Carleon and his subordinates. I had to remind myself repeatedly that we were safe and under the protection of the Dostov clan. We entered the ballroom of the headquarters accompanied by around eight members of other clans. However, Carleon's entourage had not yet appeared; it seemed they were still in the elevator as this headquarters was located on the top three floors of this hotel building. Dostov sat in his chair casually, wearing a yellow hoodie that contrasted with the black robe we were wearing. We stood around his chair sile
The day we have been waiting for has finally arrived. As planned, we all gathered at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel at ten in the morning. Dostov would receive Carleon in the same ballroom as our honorary clan acceptance ceremony yesterday.If Carleon does indeed come today, then some clan members designated by Dostov will also be present as witnesses, although we are also sure that Carleon will not come here alone.While I am nervous, there is someone much more nervous than me at the moment. Lana's face has been pale since we met this morning, and Greg hasn't let go of her embrace. I'm sure Greg's feelings right now aren't doing well either, but he hides his worries very well behind a calm and normal expression on his face.We have to separate to discuss what we need to do later. Greg, Lana, and Luke are waiting in one of the rooms directly connected to the ballroom. Meanwhile, me, Nick, Dostov, and Alice are talking in another room that is more private.Other clan members are waiting in
Chapter 129Dostov informed us to evacuate Elliot and Rosie from Manhattan as soon as possible, so today we planned to leave for San Francisco.Sebastian and Ludmila Moran... I don't remember them very well because we only met once, that too when I was still human. The only thing I remember from that night is Greg's confession that he was the one who bit me six months ago.But as far as I remember, the husband and wife seemed friendly and accepting of me back then, and most importantly, Nick trusted them.We had to hire a private jet because... of course, because of Elliot. He couldn't stop saying "yum yum" to every human he met. Even Nick noticed Elliot's strange behavior at the Waldorf Astoria hotel last night. We were also afraid that Elliot would show his little fangs to everyone if we took a regular plane.Almost a year and a half has passed since I moved to Manhattan, but San Francisco still looks the same. Strangely, I don't miss this place at all, even though I lived in this c