Novels by Dazzlefic

Ruby bowed ninety degrees. Though her eyes were fixed on her sand-covered toes, the dark orange shawl's glimpse passed in the breeze. When Ruby straightened up, she was alone—stunned at the moon's reflection. Half of its surface seemed to be bathed in seawater.Ruby wrinkled her watery nose. "That's right. This place is too cold and lonely. It must be boring because you've been alone all your life, Dad."The night wind pierced the surface of Ruby's skin. She rubbed her upper arms, then turned her back to the sea, intending to return to the treehouse. Ruby's gray irises shone as Justin stood up, one leg swaying at an angle. Justin's hands were folded behind his back, waiting for Ruby to face him casually."Uh, you're not sleeping?"Justin walked up to Ruby."Why are you here? Just wait, I want to put—"Who would have thought that Justin was carrying a white fluffy blanket from behind his back? It was stretched out behind Ruby's body, and Justin draped it over the girl's shoulders. The c

"A secret!" said Ruby with a grin."Wow... you're in a good mood. Witches do look this scary, don't they?" Letta shuddered in horror."No scarier than your boss!" said Ruby, "You still want to side with Madam Jenn? I'm a thousand times better than her. Carl Justin has proven it.""Proved it with what?""A kiss," said Ruby.Letta let out a mocking laugh. "Alright. I'm even more convinced I won't be joining you.""Why?" Ruby's voice rose in disapproval. "The kiss was one of our strategies to escape the pursuit of the adjutant fairies, and just so you know, we succeeded!""And, you confidently came here. Does this mean you're finally turning yourself in?""I told you, I persuaded you to leave Madam Jenn."Letta suddenly walked away from Ruby."Hey! Why did you run away, fierce wolf sister?”Giving up is outside Ruby's life dictionary. Even if failing to negotiate meant there was a hidden path, Ruby just needed to find it. Letta's steps led Ruby to the edge of the savanna. Tension immediat

Marco and Ravin exchanged tense glances. Rubbing his glasses with the hem of his T-shirt, Ravin glared at Marco; should he stand by or rush Justin and ambush him? But Marco shook his head vaguely. Marco approached Justin flatly. Marco thought that there's no hoof's worth of danger an Omega can pose."Thank goodness you know where you're from," Marco said.Justin's tense look faded. "It looks like the mission failure didn't cause any serious problems. On the contrary, REDCA is suddenly sitting in an important seat at Paramour," Justin said, "did I miss something?"Justin's cheekbones stuck up. His mouth was dry to maintain that stupid smile. Justin didn't care about Marco's answer. He just wanted the question to flick Marco's pride. Omegas were still part of the pack, and Marco treated his pack badly.Marco nodded slowly. "It was my fault for leaving you with that witch. We thought you wouldn't survive."Justin chuckled, shifting his jaw to one side. "You know that's not what I meant,"

Sterile fluid was poured over the wound. Smoke billowed out. The bleeding stopped, but Ruby grimaced in frustration. Guard Lim's flesh was blackened as if it had been grilled."Eum... I don't think my stomach's in the mood for berries right now," Justin chuckled, twisting his boxy stomach against the nausea.Ruby spread her fingers over Guard Lim's wound. She concentrated on channeling the silver powder. But the powder soaked in quickly, and there was no change. Her energy was drained.Chief Baker slipped his cell phone into the front pocket of his apron. He joined Ruby and Justin after stopping in the corner of the room."My doctor friend is coming in fifteen minutes," Chief Baker explained, "he's sewing up a fairy with a broken wing.""Will he live?" Justin ruffled his loins as he looked worriedly at Guardsman Lim."Judging by the wound... " Chief Baker looked down at Guardsman Lim's wound for a long time.Ruby and Justin exchanged glances, both wondering what he was doing. Justin t

Heading towards the dining room, Justin kept pulling Ruby's arm backward to slow her down. Justin was determined to keep his distance from Medusa's snakes. In Justin's eyes, their slithering movements were a joke, and the stone statues he passed along the hallway felt like they were about to pounce."Who are they?" Justin asked curiously but didn't dare look at them."The thieves.""You killed them so easily."Medusa took Justin's words as a compliment. Ruby, on the other hand, shook her head. She couldn't figure out what kind of wolf Carl Justin was. Many Omegas in the Asylum acted tough in front of the female patients. However, Carl Justin did not even hide anything, no matter how much he wanted to be recognized."Wow! Cool!" Forget about those annoying snakes. Justin was mesmerized by the many dishes on the round table. There are so many foods like jam bread, egg sausage, fresh mango juice, and the star of the show - roast beef."That's especially for you. We bought it at the 24-ho

John raised his arms to his chest. "Please." Madam Jenn then took a sip of bittersweet-flavored coffee. "Thank you, this is delightful."John crossed one leg over the other. "Now tell me where my daughter is." "All right, as promised." Madam Jenn took a roll of paper out of her crocodile skin bag. The palm of her hand was so slippery holding the thing that the scroll rolled down John's leg."Oh dear! Sorry!"John's spontaneity as a true gentleman was provoked. He immediately bent down and picked up the coconut leaf-thick scroll of white paper that was meant for him. Just then, Madam Jenn stood up and leaned forward—a light tap on her false nails and a sprinkle of poisonous powder dissolved in John's coffee.Madam Jenn's speed was incredible. It was as if she had been practicing this mission for thousands of years. John swallowed as Madam Jenn retreated to the sofa."Is that for me?" John asked for confirmation.Madam Jenn nodded. "Open it." The golden tape

A welcome squeak greeted us both as we entered the final unit. The room was filled with the usual quiet, furnished living quarters: the cupboards and sofa were in their normal positions.My gloved hands pulled out the drawers individually, then surveyed the kitchen set from afar. Undeniably, both the contents and the kitchen were left empty. Except the trash can in the hallway was full of expensive delivery food plastic bags. Perhaps Tiger was deliberately preventing his captives from resisting or dying at their hands.Zerikyu led me to the main bedroom. "Shhh…!" He hissed, noticing a small gap in the bedroom door. Zerikyu and I were the same height, but it was still tricky to peek through because his hat was in the way."Can you move a little?" I asked.Zerikyu remained motionless, his mouth open, his eyes unblinking. As a result, I moved to the left, forcing my vision through the gap. No wonder Zerikyu's reaction was so wide-eyed. I did the same. There is a young girl, her slen

It was hard to hide my wariness as Zerikyu hurriedly removed his hat and black jacket. My back was pressed against the door in case the man with the distinctive freckles pulled a weapon from beneath his coat. However, all he was wearing now was a plain white T-shirt. It seemed the trauma Tiger had caused was starting to take its toll."You look pretty shaken, Miss," Zerikyu said, rolling up his belongings and tossing them into the trash. "I understand. It must have been hard on you all these years living with him. Oh, and make sure Mr. Tiger doesn't dig through this trash, okay?""It's no use. Tiger can see your current location on the CCTV," I said casually. I didn't mind, as Tiger would probably consider this trivial. It's common for a fan to break into a celebrity's apartment.Zerikyu gaped. "Oh my, that's right! What do you think?""Hey, are you really that great of a shaman?" My eyes narrowed. "Come in. I'll tell Tiger you're actually my childhood friend. At the concert, I was th

"You... did well."Tiger yawned, then kissed my cheek. "Good night, my dear."A parched throat brought me back to consciousness. The sunlight made the warm cream of the curtains appear paler and brighter. It seemed the day had changed. I thought all the senseless tragedies this week had been just a dream. I dreamed I'd died, then woken up in the body of a woman in a crazy relationship with a psychopathic boss. Another murder caught red-handed by my five senses. Another murder in this building.However, the luxury surrounding me evoked a fear greater than death itself. Fortunately, I woke alone, clutching my worn white dress, stained with red stains, reminding me of Tiger's presence all night. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. The lukewarm shower water massaged my entire body, but I refused to linger, continuing to choose my clothes in Arthemisya's closet.Throughout her life, the girl loved all kinds of dresses. This could also be related to her branding as a

This was the first time a question that should have been filled with love and concern took a sharp turn into a life-and-death challenge. It wasn’t my life, but the lives of the people in this building. Although I never thought about exactly how many Tiger prisoners were here, who would he choose if I said,"Yes, I'm tired."Narrowed eyes with a faint smile awaited my answer. Arthemisya, I don't know why you even fell for that monster of a man, but I'll try to live differently from you.My slight nod calmed Tiger's expression. "Yeah, I'm tired."I glanced at Tiger's fingers, dangling and fidgeting nervously. He gritted his teeth, then nodded firmly. "Okay, honey. Get some rest.""Wait!" I forced Tiger, who had just turned his back, to face me. His eyebrows rose brightly, as if expecting me to change my mind."Which floor?" I asked. Tiger's gaze turned lazy."You never wanted to know," Tiger replied. Now only one brow furrowed. He crossed his arms, a smile on his face."If you're thinki

Tiger acted more like the host than the "homeowner" or perhaps Tiger and Misya shared a living space?A twenty-story building with a 600-square-foot penthouse occupied by Arthemisya alone? Seriously.Could it be that they were married and had children? Did their nannies and children occupy some floors? Eh, does this make sense?Tiger and Misya weren't that old.Tiger ushered me into the elevator, and I stared blankly at Tiger's broad back, which covered me from head to toe. I never imagined this man would be like a block of ice beneath a warm mountain range. Arthemisya loved him so much that she surrendered like a madman.Tring. The elevator stopped.The panel displayed the number twenty in red lights, rapidly dimming. The highest residential unit was undoubtedly Arthemisya's central throne. Stepping into the Penthouse was like entering another world no one could ever touch. Greek relief carvings decorated each solid wall partition.I think they adopted the majesty of the gods.There

"Tiger? Tiger… no! Please! Lower your weapon!"My eyelids tried hard to capture the situation, although his broad shoulders blocked it, and Zerikyu's trembling chuckles."Backing down is not my style.""Don't!"Just as the trigger sounded, Zerikyu released his grip as I pushed him back. My arms quickly wrapped around Tiger's neck, hoping the grip would somehow lower the gun from his grasp. The ragged gasps seemed to extinguish the raging flames for just a moment. I honestly didn't want to see death again."I emptied the cartridge," Tiger whispered."What?" I pulled back slightly, still with my hands linked, staring into his sad eyes, streaked with red veins."If I fill it, I will target everyone I meet until I find you," he growled.The fine hairs twitched for a moment. The steeled-up resolve burst in bursts of terror and resignation. This horrible man will never let me go.Arthemisya, all this time, you kept this monster alone.My forehead finally rested resignedly on the hard should