All Chapters of The Last Immortal : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Hmm," I muttered.I've felt a sharp pain in my temple upon waking up. I surely got hungover from last night's outing. I can't raise my arms to touch it, as if something is hindering them to move. I slowly opened my eyes only to see nothing but darkness. My hands are tied at the back of the chair where I am sitting."Oh my God!"I panicked when I realized what had happened last night. I heard the creaking sound of the door being opened."Where am I?"I didn't hear any answer from the person who just entered the room. I can hear his big strides going in my direction."Where am I?" I shouted aggressively. "Where are my companions?""You won't get an answer. You better shut your mouth up." Said the cold tone from the man whom I can sense standing a few meter

It's early in the morning. The sun is rising brightly in the eastern mountain, spreading its light in the white puffy clouds.My hands tightly grip on the handle of the ax as I strike the wood I am chopping. Its breaking sound as the sharp edge of the ax lands on its surface mixes up with the chirping of the birds and crowing of the roosters. I stop, seeing that I have chopped enough firewood for a week. I throw the ax to the side and start to gather the chopped wood. Two meters away from me is the detached kitchen. It's built using bamboo and palm leaves. Beside it is a tall mango tree. That is where I am placing these chopped woods. This place is somewhat hilly and going down while carrying a bundle of woods will be a struggle. But not for me. My strong arms do not feel the weight of woods. That's an advantage of not being human. I am about to finish piling the woods when I hear a loud flapping sound. I tilt my head trying to receive the sound wave from the direction where

Four days had passed since Catherine left my house. It is a cold day and I am still curling up in my bed. Today's the tenth anniversary of my coming into this human world. I can't help the flashing back of the memory from that day.  After crossing that passage that connects my world and this world, I found myself in the middle of the thick woods. I can still remember the feeling when the cool air touches my skin. The atmosphere here was quite different from where I originated. My feet kept walking for days without food and water. I could feel my knees were shaking and my stomach rumbling in so much hunger. My sight was getting dim. I didn't know if I would survive. "Help! Help!" I tried to shout when I sensed activities not far from where I stood with knees shaking intensely. My strength was slowly weakening and my voice was too shallow to be heard. I fell with my face right to the ground

I slowly turn the wheels backward from the parking spot and speed up after making sure that the road is clear."You're not human?" Catherine asks weighing my words."Yes.""...""That's true and I am more dangerous than Zubah so don't you dare unveil my secret to anyone or you'll be as good as dead." I twitch my lips gracefully."Of course!" She lifts her hands in the air and swears like a child. I chuckle and glance at her. Why do I have a light feeling for this woman? I glance at her once more and our eyes met. Her eyes. Why are those pair of amber eyes familiar to me? My eyes are hook into hers and the surrounding seems black and white. I only see those pair of amber eyes. "Watch out!" She yells and quickly grabs the steering wheel to the side of the road. I managed to hit the brake before my car possibly hit the tree on the side of the road. Our bodies lean violently forward. Thankfully we have our seatbel

It's good to see the incredible building of Brown's Architectural Design. This only proves that the company is going successful as it used to be. The fruit of my father Martin's sacrifices is visible in the face of the company. I park my car and quickly get out of it. I go straight to the elevator exclusively for VIPs and click the button to the 30th floor. That's going to the President's office, or I may say Uncle Marco's office.  Click. The elevator opens and my swift stride follows.  "Good afternoon Cecelia." I greet her in a monotonous tone. She's the secretary to the President. Cecelia startles after hearing my greeting. She slightly jerks from her seat.  "Jesus Christ Adele! You startled me."  "Is Uncle Marco inside?" What a foolish question. Of course, he is. Wherever is the boss, the secretary follows, right?  "Yes, he is. I'll tell him that you are here." "No need. I'll tell him myself.