Adams had been completely consumed by his connection with Clara, forgetting the existence of a certain Lucian. Being in Clara's presence had transported him to a realm of love, where worries seemed to dissipate. However, her question brought him crashing back down to earth. He knew that Lucian would inevitably return to the town and the mansion. It was only a matter of time. Adams was certain that Lucian, his alpha, would disapprove of his relationship with Clara. After all, Adams was his Mano beta, destined to remain by his side. Clara adjusted her position, sitting upright. "Tell me, are you in some kind of trouble? Those men who accompanied you to school that day, who are they?" Her fingers intertwined with his, and Adams found himself captivated by her gaze. She pressed on, her voice filled with genuine concern. "Please, tell me. Are they bad men? I truly want to help you in any way I can, just as you've helped me in the past. But I can't assist you if I don't know what you're f
Time: 10:15 PM Location: Lucian's mansion The huge door, made of glass with golden lining, swung open wide for Adams to enter. Two of Lucian's men stood on either side, their suspicious gazes following his every move. Adams strode into the sitting room with a hint of confidence in his steps, unaffected by the stares. Vincent, the prominent wolf among them, locked eyes with him, but Adams paid no attention. He pressed forward, heading straight for his room. "Adams!" his name called out from behind just as he reached for the doorknob. He halted and turned in the direction of the voice. Vincent approached him with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. Adams felt an intense urge to wipe that smile off his adversary's face with a single blow. "You called my name, which means you have something to say. So, why don't you go ahead and say it?" Adams said, his impatience evident. Vincent scoffed, his arrogance oozing. "Well, you're right. I have something to say to you. Actually, it'
“Excuse me, but this is hilarious! I actually wet my pants. I urinated inside the freaking pool, and just then, Jeremy submerged himself into the water when I was releasing my toxic waste. It was beyond embarrassing,” Clara said, bursting into laughter, but she was the only one who found it amusing. The rest of the group stared at her flatly, clearly not impressed. “Okay, did anyone even notice that you peed in the pool?” Anna asked, trying to gain more information maybe they missed the funny and embarrassing side. “No, nobody at all. But Jeremy was like, 'Wow, I love this spot of the water. It's actually kinda warm.' Little did he know, it was my piss making it warm," Clara said, giggling again, but the others remained unimpressed. “You call that embarrassing?” Ken said, shaking his head in disappointment. “Seriously, Clara? All you did was add some liquid to a large container filled with liquid already. Nobody would notice. I used to do it all the time myself. Whenever I needed t
Watching Clara kissing Adams was one of the most heart-wrenching moments Mathias had ever experienced. He felt his heart crumble, making it nearly impossible to breathe properly. Every beat resonated with a deep ache. And the worst part was that as they passionately locked lips, Adams occasionally directed a piercing gaze towards Mathias, conveying a silent message: She Belongs To Me. Back Off. Mathias couldn't bear to witness it any longer. Overwhelmed by emotional turmoil, he was a whirlwind of sadness and seething rage. It felt as though the intensity of his emotions could consume the entire school. Unable to endure the pain, he decided to leave, catching a train home. Clara, lost in her connection with Adams, failed to notice his absence, too consumed by the passion enveloping her. "I missed you so much," Adams whispered to her, his voice filled with longing and affection. He sealed his words with a tender kiss planted on her forehead. "I missed you more," Clara replied, a war
"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,