Все главы Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf : Глава 281 - Глава 290

Nicholas was still screaming in fear, covering both of their ears, sitting on their knees with Alec, who was still trying whatever he could to calm Nicholas down. Karl looked sadly at Nicholas' figure, which looked much more pathetic. The last time he saw them was when he followed Pedrosa into the prison building, which was attacked by Schneider members. Compared to back then, the Nicholas now in front of her was much thinner, and more pitiful, with the aura of a dragon that she could faintly feel. Actually, what has Nicholas been going through so far? When he first met Nicholas, he was too busy focusing on the welfare of the dragon race from the perspective of the marginalised caste to gain equality, so he did not take the time to get to know Nicholas at all. So apart from what he heard from the elders of the dragon clan association he had joined as a result of his grandfather's request at the time, he did not know anything about Nicholas. Indeed, Nicholas had tried to get close t

Veronica looked at the wooden doll in front of her seriously. She was out of breath, yet her gaze was still fixated on the wooden doll that did not move an inch in front of her. She could feel that her whole body was covered in sweat. She did not even know how long she had been in Laurent's basement. All she knew was the fact that both of her knees were starting to throb with pain from moving too much while using her prosthetic legs, along with the two hands that were still holding the dagger, which were trembling violently. Fatigue began to hit her, and without realising it, her body was moving on its own, falling to the floor. She struggled to move her body just to stand up again. "I think it is enough of our training session for today, Miss Darren. Your body needs some rest." Veronica looked up to find Isabella holding out her hand to her. She accepted Isabella's hand, which helped her get back on her feet, stretching her already stiff body muscles. “No, Isa .. I can still move

Urgh…Veronica opened both of her eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling of a room that looked so foreign to her. Her vision was still cloudy before she finally managed to focus her attention on the ceiling in complete astonishment.Where am I? Veronica muttered to herself. Her body still felt weak, along with the pain that gripped her body made it difficult for her to move an inch."Miss Darren? I am glad you are awake."She was surprised to hear that. In an instant, she turned towards the sound and found William sitting beside her with a worried expression."Will..." Veronica immediately stopped talking as she almost called the man by his real name. She was silent for a moment, before continuing her speech. "I mean ... Professor… Ares?""Yes," William seemed relieved to hear that. "How do you feel right now? Is there any part of your body that hurts?"Veronica shifted her gaze from William's face to the right hand that was being held by William.It's warm …And also comfortable, althou

What was wrong?What?What?What?William held back his anger. He couldn't show his anger at Veronica. What if he shows a side of him that can't hold back his anger and ends up missing his second chance to get close to Veronica?That, obviously, was the last thing he wanted."Killed you?" William repeated, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible to Veronica. "I think you misunderstood."His hand tried to grab Veronica's as his way of affirming Veronica that he would not do anything that would threaten her life.However, seeing Veronica's shivering body with the young woman's two hands squeezing each other trembling made him realize that she was still afraid of him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, forcing himself to smile.“Hush!! Do not be noisy! What if Professor Schwarz finds out we're here?!”“Ouch! But I'm curious! Who's the lucky lady who caught Professor Schwarz's attention!?”“If only it was me…”“Whoever it is, we will support it! It's

Veronica ate the breakfast menu that Stephen had just prepared rather reluctantly. It had been two days since Karl brought him home when he caught a fever to the point where he couldn't move his body because of the pain. "Eat the porridge. Make sure not to leave anything in the bowl,"while saying that Stephen placed the toast along with the white sauce and aside on the table, giving Karl his portion. “Thanks,” said Karl, without taking his eyes off the screen of his iPad Pro. "Yes, Mom," Veronica pursed her lips, responding to Stephen's words in a half-whispered and languid tone. "Who are you calling 'Mom'?" Stephen took off his apron, folded it carelessly and put it in the kitchen storage cabinet before joining Veronica and Karl to have breakfast. “Huh? I didn't say anything,” Veronica put on a feigned innocence while eating her porridge. Stephen's eyes narrowed. The man leaned towards Veronica to make Veronica nervous about it. Casually, the man pressed his forehead against Ve