All Chapters of My Deranged Werewolf's Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"This is your Captain speaking! Please be informed that our ship just started traveling to the breathtaking Las Islas de Bridgerton. The ship will be expected to arrive in forty minutes. So, sit back and enjoy." The only thing I did when I realize that is draw a few long curve lines on my forehead when it is now hard for me to get back to the port unless you are willing to swim in the freezing temp of the ocean. But I'm not gonna do that. It was purported that a few fishermen died while swimming in the ocean because they were eaten by those hungry and furious sharks. Leaving no choice, I wander around on the cruise ship to wait for another forty minutes to get back to the mainland. Good thing most of the stores give free food and drinks to all applicants for the nanny position. I don't have an appointment for the position but my resume proves it, so fooling the store owner was as easy as counting from one to three. "Give me back my toy, please!" exclaims the kid to a boy, my

Not that I don't believe Charles had his darkest secret since every one of us does have that. Even, I, myself also had my darkest secret that I don't want to open up to random people. However, Clark's statement about them being considered predators bothers me to the point that my brain could not think straight as it was the only word that stuck inside. Out of curiosity, I unhurriedly scanned everyone's faces, one by one, including our professor to check which part of them are considered predators. Sadly, after a thorough investigation, I couldn't see any suspicious about them. They talked. And they laugh as well. They were simply students like me. So, that makes me wonder about the school that was built on an island with only selected students who are allowed to enroll. If they're all coming from a wealthy family, why not go to some prestigious school on the mainland that has dominated the entire school system? Wait. Are they all indeed coming from wealthy fami

So, I smiled at him as a sign of appreciation for being part of my life even for a short time before I could face my inevitable fate behind the depth of the cliff. However, someone's hands took hold of my arms and pulled me up by force. And I'm sure those hands were not from Charles. When I catch a glimpse of the naked man in front of me, it was no other than Randolph. "I'm so sorry, human. Our Young Master won't let you die for now," says Randolph in a lugubrious tone. He then holds my shoulder still to support my body from plummeting to the ground when I started to feel my head spinning. Charles crawled out of the ground and stood in front of me. However, he could not dare look me in the eye, especially when his cheeks were already covered in tears. "What should we do now, Charles?" Randolph asked him. This time, I could sense everyone's bothered minds while looking at the old man who shifted into a monster and got killed by someone with severe brain issues.

I do not want the terrible incident that happened to me earlier to happen again. One experience is already enough. Two might be a nightmare that will haunt me for the rest of my life. On the other hand, I do not want to get eaten by sharks if I chose to swim in the wide blue ocean in front of me. That is more unbearable I believe. Leaving no choice, I followed Randolph heading back to the mansion. It is the only place on the island, particularly in my humongous room, that is the safest for me at the moment. If I must lock myself up for a month or so while waiting for the cruise ship to get back, then so be it. My parents thought me how to be patient. So, there's no way I could not survive that long. As soon as we pass through the living area, Randolph and I are startled and taken aback by Charles' deafening screaming and crying out when he found me and Randolph walking together. Charles challenged Randolph earlier because he believe that they were hitting or making fun of me.

The driver suddenly stepped foot onto the brake which resulted in my face almost bumping onto the surface of the back face of the front seat. Good thing Charles managed to wrap his hand around my face before I could get thrown out. His eyes were focused on the driver but he saved my ass again. "Come on, Mr. Driver." Charles pouted. "You have to at least tell us if you will step onto the brake so Ms. Chloie could hold something. What if I wasn't here? You might kill her. And I don't want to have a nanny anymore." "I'm so sorry, Young Master..." "Enough of your apology," he said, this time, in a sharp tone. "I'm fine, Charles, really," I said. "you don't have to yell at him. Drivers are simply doing their job, including when to stop or not." As soon as Charles zipped his mouth and focused his attention on the teddy bear he is holding, I nodded to the driver to proceed. But if I have to take a side between the driver and Charles, I would prefer someone wi