Lahat ng Kabanata ng Welcome to Delta: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Delta is good. There are rumors about it being the most populated with vampires, but the city is peaceful." Mr. Salacosa gave a sideways glance to his son, Arthur, who was in the passenger seat. The boy had his eyes closed, head leaning to the window, but he was surely awake and listening. The proof would be his fluttering eyelashes. "Were you able to say goodbye to your friends?" Mr. Salacosa asked. Art, his nickname, sat properly and sighed quietly upon hearing his father's question. He absentmindedly answered, "I said my goodbyes to the dean." Then shifting in his seat, he continued, "I heard that there are many social clubs in City D. I'll look to see where I can sign up. Are we not there yet?" He knew his father was only going to keep talking about him making f

Wilhelm Reich often receives criticizing stares from humans. Some had their eyes lit from worship while others had clouds in them from envy. These jealous people loved gossipping about him and lowkey making things hard for him. The vampires did not care about the dramas humans engage in, and other humans did not want to get involved, so no one really stood up for him. It isn't like he needs someone to defend him, anyway. That was why Will never liked attending these kinds of parties. They are filled with these calculating looks and lazy vampires. However, he was a double plus human. He could be considered nobility, and he was obliged to welcome all the immigrants. He had already met four, yet he could not find the fifth. He decided to leave the hall for a few minutes to breathe, then just happened to run into the Clemente Twins hovering over a poor guy on the

"Arthur." The absentminded Arthur who was fixing the straps of his bag looked back at his father with a dazed expression when he heard him call his name. The sides of Mr. Salacosa's mouth twitched as he studied his son. He was sure something had happened last night. However, he felt that Art was not ready to tell him anything. He could only remind him with a helpless expression and tone, "Be careful. Out of ten people you meet, five to seven of them could be vampires." Art thought, "If you warned me earlier, I would have been more grateful." Instead of assuring his father, he asked, "How long will you be gone this time?" Art never knew what kind of work his father did, but he knows he works for vampires and that his job

Art's first day at his new university went smoother than expected, considering his chaotic experience the other night. He could successfully navigate his way in the university, knowing where to turn and when not to show up in specific places, unlike one of the few humans who was with him during the orientation. That guy just moved into the dorms. Art already heard some gossip about him being specifically targeted by the athletic vampires in the field that morning while he was doing his morning jog. He apparently foolishly agreed to race and obviously lost. The price was nothing harmful, and it was just like any consequence with your group of friends. He only had to do an embarrassing dance for the vampires' entertainment. Art initially thought it was childish, but maybe the ages of those vampires could still be considered young for their species. When he ventured into this train of thought, he was suddenly filled with questions and curiosity. His father worked fo

Completely weirded out and perplexed at the new side of Lyle that Rey was seeing for the first time, he decided to just shrug it off and get to business. He was climbing up the stairs and heard the group still talking.The engrossed people upstairs were not aware that the little club's leader had already left through the balcony, especially Art who didn't even know there was someone else with them. Maria was first to get over how fast this new member they were recruiting at picking up things. She felt that it would not be long till one of the dusty lockers was used again. She said, with a rare grin on her face, "That's also why even though our club only does records and— like how others would call it—menial tasks, we are still one of the most strict when it comes to welcoming new members.""Do I have a tryout?" Art asked plainly, not intrigued at all."Yes. It's actually really easy," Kelly replied. "Got to be a piece of cake for you. We'll only have trouble wi