Novels by VIANDITA

“Uhm, preparing breakfast?” Enrique replied, stating an obvious fact.Enrique, the last person she expected to keep persuading Dexter to return to the mansion, had also raised the white flag, surrendering to a greater power. After Narsha, he was probably the person most affected by Dexter's unpredictable decisions. She could understand why he gave up so quickly.Now he was helping prepare breakfast at her house, alongside Dexter, as if it were their daily chore. What was even more annoying was how quickly they had improved in just a matter of days!At first, it was just fried eggs, strawberry jam, and bread. Now, it includes fried eggs, salad, steak, and mushroom soup.What the…?Cherish cups Narsha’s pouting face, drawing a smile. “Give up, Mom. Isn’t it nice to have someone else in the house besides us? Plus, those misters are unexpectedly good at cooking.”Narsha nods resignedly. “I know, right? Why are they so good at housework?”Chelsea pulled Narsha’s hand, inviting her to sit a

Charlene studied Ethan's face.When she caught a flash of interest in his eyes, a crooked smile appeared. She signaled the servants to leave, then led Ethan away from the scattered, broken wine bottle to a safer area, to their bed. Charlene's face gleamed with satisfaction as Ethan followed her without objection, something that had been so hard to do recently as his emotions had been a tangled mess. Meanwhile, Ethan stared at her questioningly."Ethan, babe," Charlene began, her eyes full of concern, her hand clasping Ethan's. "Isn't it nice when we can talk like this, reminding us of the good times we had?"Ethan pulled his hand away from Charlene's grip. "Just cut to the chase. What have you been up to lately?" He demanded an explanation, his voice low and thorny. Charlene's smile almost faltered, but she kept it. "I started taking an interested in that woman after hearing your explanation. Your reasoning makes sense... even though I hate to admit that bitch has that kind of abili

No answer. No movement.Although she sounded calm, a wave of panic filled her throat when she realized that her two daughters were not beside her. The mound beside her was a pillow covered with a blanket, not her daughter's.“Where are they?” Narsha jolted, her heart racing, quickly calming herself down. “I can still feel their presence, so don't panic.”Dexter's dark shadow, sitting upright on the edge of her bed, stared at her intensely. The sharp glint in his eyes was like that of a beast stalking its prey. It had been several months since Narsha had last seen Dexter in such a fierce and intimidating mode.An Alpha is still an Alpha, she thought. Even when he was sick, he couldn't hide his powerful presence.She rose slowly from the bed, not wanting to startle Dexter. Standing by the bedside, glancing at Dexter's bed with a wider view, she breathed a sigh of relief. Cherish and Chelsea were fast asleep on his bed, side by side, wrapped in the blanket that was supposed to be Dexter'

“No!” Narsha shook her head frantically. “Am I crazy, kissing someone unconscious?”Dexter chuckled. “Is that so? What's wrong with kissing someone unconscious? I wouldn't mind if you did it to me, though.” He stared into Narsha's eyes, then raised one eyebrow, teasingly.“That's because you're crazy. Normal people don't do that.”“Okay, let's say you didn't do it.”“I didn't do it!” Narsha's voice rose an octave, and Dexter's laugh got louder.“Strong denials usually say the truth.”“No. That's not always the case.” Narsha's face turned bright red, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance at her lie being exposed.She snorted in annoyance when she saw Dexter's excited expression as he teased her.Chelsea smiled, gently pulling Narsha and Dexter's sleeves. “Mister, did Mommy kiss you?”“Yes, she did,” Dexter replied quickly.“No!”Chelsea clapped her hands. “I knew it! Mom’s kiss is a cure for everything, that’s why Mister is awake now, right?”Cherish added enthusiastically. “You mus

Enrique reported that so far, the surviving shooter had not revealed anything about who helped him sneak into the pack, despite being tortured. The investigators began examining the gun and the evidence found on his body.“Who knows, we might find clues about which wolf's blood he took to deceive the pack's sense of smell. That way, we can—”Since the shooter is human, his scent would be noticeable among the werewolves, making it difficult for him to blend in.However, if a human drinks werewolf blood regularly, their human scent is masked, changing to that of a werewolf. The shooter used this method to hide among the werewolves in the pack.Dexter chuckled softly as he removed several tubes connected to his body, as he felt itchy.“I have to say, whether it was that human hunter or the wolf who gave his blood to drink, they're both nuts. Isn't it amazing how they're not disgusted by each other?”For a long time, wolf hunters have been said to despise wolf descendants. They want were

“Am I wrong?” Narsha replied, her voice calm but firm. “Even you know he'll come looking for me, right? So stop being so annoying, even in a situation like this. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?”Gaby snorted in disbelief. Her face flushed red as she glared at Narsha with hatred. “Shameless bitch.”Narsha nodded. “I am, but what does that have to do with you? That’s between me and Dexter.”“Dex…ter?” Gaby grimaced sharply, then her voice rose an octave. “How dare you say his name!”Narsha didn't flinch, just kept watching Gaby, who was boiling with rage, looking so pitiful. She sighed deeply.“Anyway, if you want to make a fuss about every little thing, do it outside, not here. The doctors are fighting to save Dexter, so shut your mouth and let them do their job.”“Get out of here! If anyone should leave, it should be you, bitch!” Gaby grabbed Narsha’s collar, their faces mere inches apart as she growled. “If it weren’t for a pathetic slut like you, he wouldn’t have been shot, or wante