All Chapters of Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Nicholas struggled to keep up with the rhythm of Alec's kiss, which suddenly turned brutal as soon as they arrived at a strange house. Without saying anything, the young man grabbed their wrists immediately after locking the car, forcing them to get out of the car, leading them to the door of the European-style building. Beyond expectations, the young man possessed far greater physical strength compared to them, in stark contrast to the boy's cute face which could give the impression of an innocent young man who should be given protection by anyone who was deceived by that face.In front of them right now, they were no longer dealing with the immortal human youth who for the past few days had been gentle and willing to devote all his attention to them for reasons that they thought were still mysterious. In front of them, the young man was no longer the warm-hearted young man named Alec Berthold. It's no longer a young man who goes to great lengths to find a way to comfort those who we

"Tell me everything in your mind that bothers you right now, and I will consider giving you what you want." Nicholas' eyes blinked in amazement at the words that Alec said to them just now, yet they could not help themselves to also be a little filled with the hope they had harboured within them for so long. "Whatever you wish, I will make sure to make it work for you," Alec spoke to them again in a half-whispered voice, approaching them in a voice that was so enticing. "Anything you want me to do. As long as it is within my limits, of course." Along with his words, Alec licked his ears, waiting for their answer. Their lips were no longer able to speak or utter a word as a result of Alec's actions to the extent that all that came out of their lips was a low, muffled sigh. "Don't hold back your voice," Alec kissed their necks. "Just let your voice out. I want to hear your voice. Everything from you, Nicholas." They nodded. They did not know what caused them to go along with Alec's

Along with Erna and Bianca, who immediately followed Karl's orders, the four of them entered Laurent's residence. Karl threw his car keys at one of the housekeepers standing near the entrance. "Take my car to the garage, will you?" The housekeeper of the Laurent residence nodded understandingly, did not say a word after catching the car keys that her boyfriend threw away, and walked away from them. She narrowed her eyes as Karl, still with her in his arm, led her into the house. "Karen? What's wrong?" The question asked Karl as soon as he realised the sour look on her face drove her even more annoyed. It was clear that the reason she was scowling in disgust until now was as a result of Karl's disrespectful attitude towards Laurent's housekeeper when he asked for help to park his car. Why should he take the time to explain such a simple thing to Karl? "Nothing to worry about." She was clearly lying now. Not for the reason that she did not want to admit how annoying Karl's attitude

It could be said, that today was the best day he had ever had in his entire life. Theodore Pedrosa could not help himself but to keep hugging the catalogue of the theatre show he had just finished watching with his boyfriend, Erick Zhang, as soon as he stepped out of the Teatro Real building. For the first time in his life, he was able to enjoy watching live theatre performances in one of the European countries that often feature theatrical performances and is also one of the places where theatrical performances originate. In Waterford city, there were indeed several theatres that put on theatrical performances, and he always visited in his spare time when his job as clan leader was temporarily less busy. But the sensation was definitely different from watching the theatre in Spanish, with a Castillian dialect that immediately reminded him of Erick's way of speaking whenever he called his family in Madrid and spoke a mixture of Spanish and Chinese. Watching theatre in a language ot

"Theo, I told you. Puoi smettere di ridere, per favore? [Can you just stop laughing at me, please?]" He turned his attention back to Erick, finding that he was still laughing on the grounds that he knew Erick was misunderstood about what he was doing in secret two years ago. He slowly stopped laughing, wiped his tears using his index finger from laughing too hard, and then approached Erick, who was puffing his cheeks in disgust, still with his face reddened with embarrassment. "It is your fault from the start, Erick," he smiled a little, and he slowly started to lean closer to Erick, enjoying Erick's cute expression that was different from the impression of the usual version of Erick Zhang, who always made sure to show his cool and calm expression in front of people. An expression that only he could know. Only he could know Erick's cute side, and he wouldn't allow others to see Erick's cute reaction at all. In an instant, he grabbed Erick's wrist, pulling his boyfriend into his arms