All Chapters of Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Veronica awoke as soon as she heard the sound of music playing from the piano that could be heard faintly throughout her room, realizing that she had fallen asleep having been content to vent her frustration for Stephen on her pillow that had actually done nothing wrong to deserve a beating from her. She rubbed her eyes several times with a big yawn, which still felt heavy to open, got up from her bed. The afternoon sunlight brutally entered her room through the window of her room, which was not covered by the white curtains that were exposed. Somewhat reluctant but complied with her curiosity, she removed her prosthetic leg and replaced it with crutches that had been placed near her bed due to the discomfort that gripped her knee for wearing a long time. Following the sound of the piano that sounded louder as she followed towards the source of the sound.In the living room, she saw Ste

Nicholas Southampton had already lost their count for knocking over the door, pleading with William, who had been hitting them relentlessly for a while until they could not move their body at all, leaving them in the cold dark room and locking the room. They had no idea how much time they had spent in that room after their attempt to turn Alec Berthold into one of their puppets failed miserably. They cried, banging on the door, again and again, pounding on the strong steel door with all their might, hoping William would forgive their failure or whatever reason behind his anger to them. They then lay down, sobbing as they ran out of all their strength thanks to their would-be puppet bodies absorbing half of their life energy, plus the energy they spent recovering a quarter of the wounds inflicted by William. “Please ... open the door…,” this time their voices were barely aud

Bianca was confused when she heard Alec's request. She could have refused Alec's request and left, but she owed him a lot. Guilt dominated her mind for having done something she should not have done from the start. She had to comply with Alec's request, which was met with relief on the cute-faced man's face, who looked a little paler than the last time they met, even though he was in much better condition than ten hours ago. So she remained standing in front of Alec, who was looking at Erna's figure with the gentle expression that the man always showed whenever he looked at Erna (she realized it when they first met at the cafe). The way the man looked at Erna, the way the man carefully and tenderly held Erna's hand, the way the man kissed the back of Erna's hand, poured out all the feelings that were in the man's heart to Erna, she had to admit, was much better than her. It made her realize where she had gone wrong all this time. Her feelings for Erna clearly could not be compared t

Erna opened her eyes, blinked as soon as she felt the sunlight sneaking in through the slits of the curtains in the room that made her had to squint her eyes to block the dazzling sunlight from hitting her eyes. She awoke, confused to find that she was no longer in her bedroom. Nor was she in her boyfriend's bedroom ...Made her remember one thing that managed to provoke her tears back. She sobbed, remembering the time Alec had died in front of her while trying to save her. Her hands could not feel the warmth he always gave her when she realized the body of the man she loved turned cold. The face her boyfriend made was in agony from the pain from the many wounds the man had received from their assailant turned calm, expressionless, like falling into a long sleep, but neither breath nor heartbeat could she feel from the man. The dead man who was trying to save her from …From what? She only remembered that they were attacked by unknown people, but she did not kno

Theodore tucked the last black coat into a large dark green suitcase, collecting it along with the suit he had also bought when he was shopping with Erick a few days ago before their date plans were delayed due to an unexpected visitor; Nicholas Southampton. Heaving a sigh of relief, he closed his briefcase while wiping the sweat off his forehead and temples with the back of his right hand. He now felt satisfied with admiring his own success. The feelings he was currently feeling were mixed. Anxious, but at the same time, he felt excited as well, remembering that it would be his first trip to Spain, his boyfriend's country of birth that he has been dreaming of visiting for a long time with the man he had loved for so many years. From the time he was born until now, he had never dared to set foot out of the Waterford city area as his father always forbade him to do so, saying that he was n