All Chapters of Midnight Feast: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The look on Darius’ face was more hilarious than how Layla imagined. His brows were raised high on top of his forehead, eyes sunken on the sides of his nose bridge, his nostrils were like caves opening- everything inside seemed visible through its holes, and his mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape with his teeth showing. Layla would have not ever thought such expression existed if she didn’t see it with her eyes and she had no idea how he managed to do it. She was preparing herself for a burst of laughter when she noticed a few changes on the guy’s face.“Hey, Darius. What are you looking so intently with my feet? Yes, you heard it right. That’s mine,” Layla said, wiggling her tail to let the guy know she’s still waiting and was really impatient at the moment. “Stop staring at it. Get moving now and let’s start discussing your deal,” she added in a hurry.As much as Layla wanted to make fun of the guy, she couldn’t unless she’d secure her escape. Besides, Victor mig

“Antidote?” Darius asked, surprised.“Yeah. Since you’re the one who made the poison, you should also know how to make the antidote,” Layla said. The story she heard from Darius changed her mind. She made up her mind to stop Victor from his fantasies. Firstly, she’s not a human. A fact that she only realized later when she met Zev. Secondly, she’s been marked by the alpha. There’s no way she could be with another man other than Zev. Not that she wanted to stay by Victor’s side, but because she had no choice, rather her heart couldn’t make up a lie to part with her master.“If you want me to help you with your plan, you should help me get the antidote first and foremost, Darius. That’s basic,” she continued. “How do you expect me to help you if my body remains to be contaminated by this poison you made, huh?”The guy shook his head. “But it’s not a poison. It’s simply a potion and there’s no antidote,” Darius insisted. “The effects should only make one h

It had only been three days since Boris arrived in the capital, and it had also been three long days of dealing with Layla’s absence. Lucian, who stayed with him in the mansion kept pacing back and forth in front of him as he blamed himself for letting the vampire clan took the young lady. Boris couldn’t blame him, even he felt the same for leaving Layla alone in her room at that particular moment. If only one of them had stayed, the young lady wouldn’t be taken away.“Take a seat, will you? My head couldn’t stop spinning if you continue doing that in front of me,” Boris said, waving a hand at Lucian who stopped and glared at him. “Don’t give me that look. We’re both dead if we can’t take her along when we go back,” he added, sighing.“You know that we’ll die if we can’t get her back, but you’re sitting your ass comfortably like it wasn’t a big deal at all!” Lucian said in a loud voice, lashing out his anger on Boris who chose to calm down and think of a solution

*cough* *cough*Layla couldn’t stop coughing blood. Her will was strong and yet her body needed recuperation. She’s almost at her limit, if not for Darius giving her a recovery potion, she must have already kicked the bucket. The thing was, even if she’s still alive, her body remained so weak after getting amputated. The scars that were left by whips and sticks weren’t fading at all, making Layla look nothing less than how she did when she was first sent as the ‘offering’ to the demon of the west.As part of the plan, Layla had to wear the white satin dress she wore before. It was well crafted for someone who’s going to die, either by the severe injuries she contained or getting eaten. Knowing what could happen to her when Zev found her on the altar wearing the same dress which his previous preys wore, Layla couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that she could replace someone. She didn’t expect Zev to hold back h

If there was one place which the moon seemed to favor the most, it would be no other than the Verte peninsula. The moonlight beamed on the spaces between the leaves and twigs of the lush trees in the forest, illuminating even the grounds underneath the shades. The warm and gentle light radiating from the moon in its fullest form penetrated all the lifeforms below, gracing their humble existence with its loving light.One of them was Zev Wesley, the only descendant of the Wesley family from the werewolf clan. As the strongest among other Weres, he was honored to enjoy a feast that everyone couldn’t afford. His beastly nature was never fulfilled and thus, having a feast once in every month, at the most special moment when the full moon rose above the skies. Zev would have to satisfy the demon within him by gobbling up anything offered to him in the alter. And just like the previous occasion, at midnight, Zev Wesley found a human offering on the altar.There shouldn’t be a