All Chapters of Stolen Identity: Villainess' Awakening: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As soon as our eyes met, I understood, for instance, that he is planning something. As the two are brothers, I can assume that Auster is also a vampire. This vampire is certainly out of the ordinary.As we greet the younger brother of Auster, Casimir immediately pulls me from their table and places me at ours. He vacated a seat so that I could have it first, then sat down beside me.I can see that he never bothers to speak because he immediately drinks the wine, but the way his fingers tap the table makes my eyes narrow because I know he has something to say but is only suppressing it.I then used my other hand to seize the wine glass. Shake it in a circular motion as I begin speaking with him. "Say whatever you want, Casimir," I command, and it is always a request.He appears to glare at me for a moment before blinking them away and taking a sip of his wine while continuing to search my eyes for the truth within my soul and asking, "And why did you suddenly believe I had something to

I gasp at what Zeiron said. I did not respond immediately because I did not realize that he was dragging me until I reached a point where I could no longer walk back. However, where?When we approached a dark hallway, I placed my hand on his, causing him to turn his attention back to me and ask, "Zeiron, are you here because you and Xander planned something again?"I observe him smiling at him as he sighs and strokes his hair. These men have a habit of touching their hair whenever they are asked to pay attention.As I continue to observe the young man, I secretly shake my head. The fact that he is considering whether or not to tell me something gave me the impression that he is concealing something. Well, it's not just him, but also Xander, as he wouldn't have entered without a reason.The moment I narrow my eyes with my thoughts, he speaks, causing me to clench my hands.“Okay, what I'm about to say might surprise you, but I assume you're al

As soon as he spoke those words, he was unable to stop. Indeed, he is the definition of a beast, a monstrous beast who will do anything to satisfy his lust and desires. I cannot resist grabbing the sheets on my bed, and as soon as I do, I can feel the bed shaking.His hand moves to massage my clit, influencing me with the intense heat and pleasure that have been building within my body, while his other hand massages my nipples.His mouth moved from my throat to my lips as he tilted my head to accommodate his thin, red, luscious lips, which never ceased to kiss me.The only sounds I can hear are moans, groans, and the beating of my heart, until, after so many times he did the dead, I can finally feel my orgasms. I'm about to say something as I moan, but before I can, darkness has taken over my entire being. *** “Ugh!” I hear a groan — or was it mine? I don't know, but because I'm beginning to feel okay,

My eyes contracted as I followed the running silhouette of a young man. He is the thief of whom the elderly woman speaks. Since I am in this situation and am unwilling to forgive those who have wronged me, I run as fast as I can.I don't care if my plans were changed because of this thief; all I care about is that he apologizes and returns the purse he stole.I heard him utter "What the—" as he looked beside him. He never anticipated that I would pursue him, but I do so now. After causing him to furrow his brows with my smirk, I punch him as hard as I can in the face, causing him to stumble into the corner of the alley."This is the result of stealing money and harming others. So apologize now," I say as I stamp his feet and he groans briefly.Even though he only yells, I continue to stamp him until I obtain the purse, at which point my vision grew dim and I heard a voice from behind me say, "Ladies like you should have just remained innocent and mi

“Ahhh!” At that moment, I hear someone screaming, and I can also hear my own heartbeats racing as if I had just fled from something that is considered a nightmare. As if I were bathed in a cold, viscous fluid like I had died a second time without avenging my previous death.I grip the white sheet tightly and force myself to calm down. I am aware that I must take action before I can perceive that everything is real.When I look around, my eyes widen as I realize I'm no longer in that small house, in that room where there is a rabbit's blood dripping onto the floor and two eyes, one with golden eyes shining like fire and one with crimson eyes bloody as hell.I can no longer imagine it; when I look into the eyes of those two young men, I feel as though I'm being devoured, and the darkness has taken over my being.I don't know what brought me to this point in time, but one thing is certain: it appears that I'm returning to my previous lifestyle af