All Chapters of Making Past Perfect: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Captain Juan surveyed the bustling headquarters, where the sounds of laughter and chatter echoed through the makeshift camp. The success of their recent raids had emboldened their spirits, and supplies piled high in every corner. Each crate, filled with everything from ammunition to food, was a testament to their hard-fought victories against the Japanese army.“Another successful mission, Juan,” Captain Terry said, his voice a mix of pride and relief as he walked over, wiping sweat from his brow. “We’ve hit them hard this time.”“Indeed,” Juan replied, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Alice’s visions have led us to every convoy we’ve ambushed. Without her guidance, we might have walked into a trap.” Juan added in a low voice making sure no one would hear.At the mention of Alice, both men turned towards a quiet corner of the camp where she sat, her brow furrowed in concentration. Alice had become an invaluable part of their operation, her visions acting as a beacon in the fog of

 Alice stood alone under the soft glow of the moon, her gaze fixed on its ethereal light. The sil

Johnson staggered back to their camp, his mind swirling with confusion and dread. Corazon’s spell had hollowed him out, leaving him feeling as though something vital had been stripped from his soul. Her touch lingered on his skin, her scent wrapped around him, and every time he recalled her possessive gaze, a dark shiver ran down his spine. Guilt clawed at him; Alice had to stay in the dark about this, no matter what.As he approached the village outskirts, he forced himself to straighten, his expression carefully schooled. He couldn’t let anyone, especially Alice, see the storm raging inside him. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself just as he saw her.“Johnson!” Alice’s voice was warm, a bright contrast to his turmoil. She waved, hurrying down the path toward him. “You’ve been gone for quite a while,” she said, reaching for his hand. “Is everything alright?”Johnson managed a stiff smile, nodding

Alice’s transformation was nothing short of astonishing. What had once been tentative power, hampered by doubt and grief, had grown into something powerful, focused, and undeniable. Her mastery over the elements—earth, wind, fire, and water—along with her refined abilities in vision, telepathy, and psychometry, had turned her into a crucial asset for the guerrilla forces. No longer was she just the woman grieving for a lost love; she had become a guiding force, feared by their enemies and revered by those who fought alongside her. The guerrilla forces, especially Pedro, Odette, and the others, witnessed her strength grow with each passing day, bolstering their own hopes and morale.Their latest mission had Alice leading a group of fighters to intercept a Japanese convoy rumored to be carrying supplies critical to the enemy forces’ strategy. Japanese supply routes had been heavily guarded since the guerrilla raids had become more organized, thanks largely to Alice’s visions and her con

Alice’s frustration grew with every passing day, the sting of her last encounter with Corazon lingering in her mind. She had come so close to breaking Corazon’s hold over Johnson, only for the sorceress to escape, shrouding herself and Johnson within an impenetrable barrier. Desperate for answers, Alice sought out the one person she thought might understand magic’s intricate workings: Her Nana Leonora, the young girl with a natural gift for healing and an innate sense of the unseen.Leonora sat cross-legged on the floor of her her bed, her large eyes fixed on Alice with quiet understanding as she listened to her tale. Though young, Leonora had wisdom beyond her years, an intuition that Alice admired. When Alice finished describing Corazon’s spell and her failed attempt to break it, Leonora’s expression grew thoughtful.“It sounds like Corazon’s magic isn’t just dark but deeply rooted,” Leonora said softly. “Her spell is made to bind, to hold. Breaking it will take more