"That's definitely a problem, but if you have any other means of identification, like your ID card, I think I might be able to help you," Vivian said, her voice tinged with sympathy. "Well, you see, my lady, I'm not with any of the items you mentioned. I actually misplaced my wallet and all its contents on my way here," he explained, his tone filled with a hint of frustration. "I'm sorry about that, but I'm afraid I don't think you will be able to borrow any book from the library without your library card or any other means of identification. Those are the rules," Vivian replied, a touch of regret in her voice. "I know there are rules, and I also know you are only doing your job, but I would really sincerely appreciate it if you could just do this one favor for me. I know I'm just a complete stranger to you, but the book I'm looking for is really important, and you are the only one who can help me," he pleaded, his voice filled with earnestness. "I'm sorry, but I can't help you wit
They didn't know Damian, in fact, was a vampire, and when he said he would have them for dinner, he was actually talking about sucking their blood, even though he didn't plan on killing them. Mathias watched on from where he was, and everything seemed to be going on normally until, all of a sudden, the windows in the tavern shattered as if a powerful gust of wind had struck them simultaneously. After the windows had all broken, the building started shaking as if experiencing an earthquake. People began screaming and running for safety as objects continued to fall. Everyone panicked, except Damian, who remained seated, calmly sipping his cold glass of beer. In a dramatic fashion, the witches entered the tavern, moving in slow motion. They formed a circle around Damian, who was still occupied with his drink, completely unconcerned about the chaos unfolding around him. "Eric Damian!" called out the first witch, Adrianna's mother, and Damian paused, turning his gaze toward her. She ap
The heavens continued to send down its relentless downpour, flooding the roadway. Clara and Adams remained seated on the piano bench, her head resting on his chest, while his arms enveloped her. "It doesn't seem like the rain will stop anytime soon, but it's getting dark. I should take you home," Adams said. Clara lifted her gaze to meet his. "I want to stay here with you," she expressed, her voice filled with longing. He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I would love that so much, but your mom wouldn't approve," he admitted. "I can call her and let her know I won't be coming home early. I want to stay here with you," Clara asserted, her determination evident. Adams chuckled softly, his smile radiant. He began to stroke her head gently, his gaze fixed on her eyes. "What have you done to me? Your eyes penetrate deep into my very soul. No spell could be as powerful as this. I want to be by your side every second, every minute, every day. Forever doesn't seem like a long enou
Adams walked towards Clara, his heart heavy with guilt and determination. “I'm sorry, my sunshine. I'm the cause of your suffering, the reason why you dread falling asleep, the reason you fear your own dreams. But I promise you this, I won't rest until I fix what I have caused you,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity, and gently kissed her on the forehead... Dr Ellen returned to the sitting room with Adams' now dried clothes. “Here, take them. They've all dried up,” she said, handing them to him. “Thank you very much,” Adams expressed his gratitude. “You can go inside one of the rooms and change into your clothes,” Dr Ellen suggested. “Thanks once again,” Adams said, acknowledging her kindness, and walked away to change into his clothes... After a few minutes, Adams emerged from the room fully dressed in his own clothes. “Would you like to say goodbye to her?” Dr Ellen asked, understanding the emotional connection between Adams and Clara. Adams glanced at where Clara lay,
Mathias's body throbbed with agony from the brutal impact of the fall. Hurled into the air and forcefully slammed onto the ground, he experienced excruciating pain. Despite being a witch, the intensity of the pain was no different from that of an ordinary human. Yet, he couldn't afford to dwell on his wounds or indulge in self-pity. Adams, in his fierce, beastly form, was closing in on him rapidly. With devilish red eyes filled with rage and elongated, razor-sharp claws, Adams appeared like a creature of pure wrath. Mathias knew he had to act swiftly if he wanted to survive. Summoning his strength amidst the pain, Mathias uttered an incantation through gritted teeth, "Estalibon Dtrrrti FITGRI." Just as Adams was about to strike with his lethal claws, the spell took effect. Instantly, Adams felt as if the weight of an entire planet had descended upon his head. Buckling under the immense pressure, he dropped to one knee, his hands clutching his skull, desperately fighting the excruciati
“Good, you have to stay far away from her until all this is over starting from today," Mathias said firmly, his voice laced with concern and determination. Somewhere in Great Hill town Sergeant Chriswell and Officer Smokes stepped out of their police vehicle and entered a bustling restaurant, seeking solace in a hot meal. Seated at a table facing each other, they were served delicious hamburgers, but Sergeant Chriswell couldn't keep his troubling thoughts at bay. “You know, I've been trying to deceive myself, pretending that everything is alright in our little town. But you know what? I can't pretend any longer," he confessed, his voice heavy with unease. “What do you mean?" Officer Smokes asked, her eyes fixed on him. "I'm talking about all the strange occurrences in this town—the unexplained deaths, the missing teenage girls who were never found, the unresolved murder case at X Fang bar, and Sheriff Jenkins' peculiar behavior of late. He always walks as if something is constantl
[ One week to Clara's seventeenth birthday ] Inside the five-star hotel apartment, Eric Damian was logging in. Two beautiful ladies lay half-naked on the sofa, motionless and unconscious, with bite marks almost all over their bodies—on their necks, arms, laps, and even their tummies. Eric Damian came out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He briefly glanced at the ladies before walking to his wardrobe. He meticulously picked out a black designer suit and trousers, a white long-sleeve shirt, a belt, a necktie, and an Italian leather pair of shoes. He laid the clothes on the bed, discarded his towel, and began dressing himself up. First, he put on the crisp white shirt, then smoothly slid into his trousers, securing them with the belt. His foot slipped into the Italian leather shoes. As he held the necktie in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to wear it. In the end, he decided against it and tossed it back into the wardrobe. With his long bl
Likewise the first day she set her eyes on Adams, she had this strong feeling that they were meant for each other, a surge of excitement and anticipation ran through her veins. But both boys, Adams and Steven, each held a special place in her heart, causing a constant whirlwind of emotions. Clara just wished they all could be friends, yearning for a harmonious connection between them. "Hey Clara, I have been looking for you," Anna called out from the back, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency, instantly capturing Clara's attention. Then she hurriedly dragged Clara away with her, her grip tight and filled with a mix of determination and worry. Meanwhile, still in Great Hill High... Two of Steven's friends, Gova and Hendrick, found themselves in the boys' locker room, exhausted after a sweaty football practice. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads as they changed into their clothes. Suddenly, Adam's ex-girlfriend, Ella, burst into the locker room, creating a chaotic atmosph