All Chapters of Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Theo took a sip of the blood in the mug that Erick had given him slowly. His appetite had almost disappeared due to the tiredness that had come to him since yesterday after he learned the truth about what his late stepmother had been hiding from him all the time. His eyes looked at the thick red liquid with a sad look, as he did not know whether he should be happy knowing that his late stepmother loved him all this time or not. Or knowing that his memories had been changed by his late stepmother all this time for the sake of his own safety. The memory that it was actually his late biological mother who had been doing violence along with his father, while his late stepmother had always been the first person to desperately protect him at any cost as if his existence was very important in his late stepmother’s eyes. If he thought carefully about it, everything that happened to him all started to make sense to him. His stepmother, in her lifetime, never physically harmed him. All his ste

Her holiday break was now over. Veronica took a deep breath as she read the email containing the notification from the campus that the winter break was shortened. That means, this week would be her last week to enjoy her freedom from lecture material or the piled up of the assignments that she would receive from her lecturers, most of whom always use their busy lives as their excuses for not fulfilling their obligations to teach their students.. Just the thought of that possibility made her mood even worse. She turned off the notification screen of her smartphone, put her smartphone on the table in the family library belonging to the Stephen family (which she only found out today after Stephen took her around the mansion), then laid her head on the table with a listless face. "What is it? Why are you making such a long face, hm?" Stephen's voice did a little bit of work to take her mind off the general disillusionment of students being stripped of their day off by the university.

When she entered the room at first, she thought that the room she was about to enter would be filled with a mystical aura just like the time she met Karl–her future boyfriend. Or it would be like supernatural fiction stories that she often read in Young Adult genre novels which she often reads in her spare time after doing school assignments when she was still in high school and college assignments (on the grounds that she was already in her second year at school lectures). With full of a mysterious, mystical aura, with a magical sensation that could make the hairs on her neck shudder as he entered. In fact, the room where the werewolf man--who had now become a human due to the incident that Stephen vaguely told her earlier just before entering this room--worked in much the same way as a normal human's office room. A white themed decorated room with red-carpeted floors (she take a guess that this carpet was very expensive on the grounds that the material itself looked luxurious and ne

Bianca had just finished packing all her things into the medium-sized suitcase that was on the bed, tapping the top of her suitcase excitedly. On his right, Erna still seemed to have trouble packing her clothes into the suitcase. Compared to her who only brought what she needed, Erna's luggage was much more. The woman brought clothes that were actually enough for a month just for a week's trip, like women in general, so she couldn't help but shake her head slowly and approach Erna."Do you need some help?" he whispered in Erna's ear. His hand slowly trailed from Erna's right shoulder, then moved down until it reached the back of the woman's hand, before gripping her hand tightly. "I can help you. If you want.""Do you really need to do that, Bianca?""For you, yes," he smiled a little in response to Erna's curt answer which always managed to provoke his desire to see other reactions that Erna gave him. Compared to all the women who have been his girlfriend

Stephen was just about to put her down when they arrived at the seat on the right wing of the theatre. That too with careful movements, as if her presence in the man's eyes was a ceramic flower vase that had to be carefully guarded. Or like a mother who puts her newborn baby into this world with great care, worried that if she treats the baby too harshly, the baby would die.Hmm. It seemed that the second parable is far more illustrative of what the man did to her than the first.Be that as it may, strangely, she could not find herself as angry as she usually was whenever Stephen tried to pamper her. Instead, she found herself fixated on Stephen who was currently focusing all her attention on the opera on stage, completely unperturbed by her gaze.Maybe. Or maybe, the man noticed it but decided to ignore it. It could be like that.Not wanting to make Stephen notice his gaze sooner or later, he finally turned his attention towards the stage, following the