All Chapters of The Damn Demigod: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Why is the door locked?" Pandora carefully stepped back to hear how the jingle of keys was engulfed by Kingston's coat pocket. Everything was lightning fast and not good enough to be understood succinctly once Kingston trapped her in a room—Pandora believed to be Kingston's personal space during the time the man took part in the project with Mr. Lee and the students of the theatre organisation as a donor who financed all kinds of funding for the big project, it was possible for Kingston not be involved, but it was also impossible for Kingston not to do so when the man was already in front of Pandora. So big and powerful. Kingston has everything to make Pandora helpless. Anything Kingston can get as long as he is willing and eager. But every detail that happens between them still makes Pandora wonder why there are successive coincidences she has to face. Kingston became a donor as well as the one who bought her at the auction. Wouldn't that be a pretty scenario

It was true that Kingston's workspace was quite messy—it took a bit of sleight of hand to clean it up. But Pandora's attention was only drawn to the fingers pushing the 'love' shaped lunch box and the soft pink color display, contrasting with Kingston's masculinity—which seemed quite strange if that was the case. "Breakfast? Did you bring lunch?" asked Pandora in surprise. Kingston's conversation with the guest who had saved her from the man's overwhelming passion was completely lost on Pandora's sense of hearing. That's why she didn't know the sandwhich with the distinctive slices was a gift from Madeline. "From Ms. Clayton?" Pandora frowned at the writing on the small slip of paper as she opened the lunch box after sitting in front of Kingston. "This is for you. I can't eat it." Pandora wondered more and more why the lecturer of the 'Play Script' course was bringing breakfast for Kingston. Is Kingston really attracting everyone's attention? "Ar

The wings bloomed beautifully circling the sky in a circle and in succession according to Pandora's calculations as she looked up. She stared from the balcony of her room, waiting for the right time to ask permission to leave the mansion for the next few hours. Pandora couldn't deny that she knew Kingston was still busy waiting for his eagle in the side yard. The falcons were flying farther and farther away and the chirping sound was high.It felt like Pandora couldn't describe anything when she had to witness Kingston with the man's pet in person. Nor could she deny that seconds ago Kingston had just completed a ritual run with the ash-black wolf she had encountered and nearly stabbed in the backyard.Pandora remembered that the three large plastic bags Kingston had brought with him as they traveled from Cambridge to Bristol were black plastic bags filled with raw, fresh meat. Pandora assumed it was a whole meal for the pet man downstairs, who was standing quietly.Pand

It had been almost an hour since Pandora had waited for Anna to come to her, but not the slightest trace of the girl who had been lost in the crowd would be seen. Anna was too easy to forget. Just everyone was too busy enjoying Meredith's show. Some were gathered on the sides talking about who knows what. Pandora didn't think to take any interest that. She just sat alone on an armless chair with a dish of milk pudding on a round table. Pandora's position was in the corner. Deliberately choosing a place with a bit of quiet. Perhaps Anna would have no trouble finding her there. Pandora looked at her cell phone for a moment. The second time she sent the message she hoped Anna would read right away that they only had half an hour left to leave the hotel building. Otherwise, Pandora would have left Meredith's birthday party alone rather than find Kingston angrily awaiting her return. But that was the reason why Pandora's anxiety even made her unconscious—one of the men wh

"Where are you going, Pussy Cat?" Having just taken a step to avoid Kingston, the man's deep voice jolted Pandora's courage to simply sink into the room. She didn't feel at home in the red long dress and the judgmental gaze Kingston was giving her. She wanted to completely disappear from Kingston's presence, but Pandora had no choice when Kingston asked her to come closer. "Take off your underwear." "What, wait... you're not wrong?" Pandora asked spontaneously, not expecting Kingston to speak to her so bluntly. Take off her underwear .... What was Kingston thinking, that the man's grin was so terrifying. "I can't," Pandora argued quite regretfully allowing herself to loom an inch in front of Kingston. Those big fingers would easily reach her arms. Even Kingston haughtily pressed his back against the back of the sofa. "Can't?" Kingston's eyebrows rose high. "Don't you know there were three mistakes you made?" he continued with a dominant aura. "As far as I know, there's only