Chapter 12

최신 챕터

• THE CHOSEN ONE   Chapter 31

  AIYANAI bit my lower lip, staring at the scene ahead.“We need to go into the houses. See if there’s anything we can use. Food, water, clean clothes, weapons,” I said, slowly letting go of his arm.Max nodded firmly but didn’t move right away. He looked once more at the empty space where his father’s body had been. I could feel the question burning inside him: what did they do to him?I wanted to know too.But now... now we had to survive first.“Let’s go,” I murmured, starting to walk toward the old Roffman house.Max stopped.

• THE CHOSEN ONE   Chapter 30

• THE CHOSEN ONE   Chapter 29

• THE CHOSEN ONE   Chapter 28

  AIYANA"You owe obedience."That was too much. I didn’t know what to do with the growing rage inside me, and the words came out before I could think."Go fuck yourself, asshole. Eat a dick," I spat without filter, my voice sharp and full of contempt.Maxim laughed, a low, cruel sound, with no trace of remorse in his eyes. Like it was all just a joke to him."Such class. My decision isn’t going to change," he said, still smiling, though his words were laced with growing hardness.That only made me even angrier. I wasn’t going to let him treat me like a weak, submissive girl anymore."You

• THE CHOSEN ONE   Chapter 27

• THE CHOSEN ONE   Chapter 26

  AIYANAMorning arrived gray, with the kind of cold that settles in your chest before it ever touches your skin.The fire’s embers crackled softly, sending lazy sparks into the damp air. A few flakes of snow danced between the bare branches. The scent of the grilled fish Icarus and I had caught mixed with smoke and wet wood. Everything was so quiet, even the crackling fire sounded too loud.Everyone ate in silence. Or pretended to.Alyssa carefully fed the youngest of the two orphans, breaking the fish apart with her hands. The other boy sat between Luca’s knees, and he had barely touched his food. Grief made everyone slow, cautious, half-deaf. Like any sudden movement could shatter the last fragile bubble of safety stil