“You must be Rozelyn?” A male voice interrupted Rozelyn between her cries.
She paused and wiped her face clean as if to show she wasn’t crying. The voice seems to come from her father but more calm and…belonging to a living.
“It’s okay. You do not need to hide your cries. Feeling sad is normal. Even Mother Nature cries sometimes through the form of rain…”
Rozelyn debated if she was going to turn around or not. Most probably not as the inspiring words were like her father’s words of wisdom.
“May I sit beside you?” The voice asked in a polite manner. The hair on her skin began to stand; she was having goosebumps and was thinkin
It had been days since the apartment explosion and the departure of the mother and daughter she met at the orchard that were actually healers. Not the modern definition of healers. But the ‘supernatural’ meaning of healers. Some say they are witches but a lot different than that of heathens or blood witches. But these folks, the folks of Laara and Isla and Thalia, preferred to be called healers as it was more ‘pleasant’ to hear than being called a witch. Well, Romaine supposed they do have a point then. For in the 21st century times, there may be no mob to burn a witch at stake but people will glare at you and gossip about you, marking you as a ‘devil-worshipper’ and subtly ostracizing you.That’s th
Dorrien saw her do it. In fact, he had seen her the very moment she lifted Hans Ryder from the ground with just one hand. He does not question that because Romaine is a vampire in the first place.But the fact that Romaine wasn’t wise enough to take a peek at Han’s mind if he was really the real one or just a duplicate of the real Hans Ryder is a dumb move...and an advantage for Dorrien. Dorrien can’t still get over the fact that Romaine is a double agent. He doesn’t know why or how or since when. Yet, she prompted him to play this game of secrets and hidden agendas with him. And so he will do it; play it as Dorrien likes. But Dorrien’s move now&mdas
“Are you still bothered by the explosion a few days ago?” Thalia Turner asked Rozelyn as the old lady placed a bunch of almond cookies and a teapot of English breakfast tea on the living room table. “Yes.” She answered. “The sound of it was definitely deafening and haunting.” Thalia grinned. “You should get used to it. For the next centuries of your immortal life, you should be used to hearing explosions and the likes of it.” “I know, dear Thalia.” She poured Rozelyn tea on her cup carefully and with precise manner.&n
“My father is a vampire?!” Rozelyn suddenly fell to the ground due to shock. Lucky for her that Rosette was just behind to catch her. Thalia looked back and saw Rozelyn was now on the grass. Her face was sorry for Rozelyn; pitied the young soon-to-be Vampire Queen. Rozelyn was panting, sweating, and shaking. How many more lies and secrets she has yet to hear? If only her powers being a Thaumaturge include her being able to travel the Ever After, the equivalent to Afterlife, she had long done it in order to squeeze answers from her dear beloved father. “What else did my father tell you?” Her voice was rough in her throat. She suddenly felt thirsty, but it was not for wa
Rosette was Rozelyn’s fucking aunt; half-aunt to be precise. She assumes that there is nothing like that in this world: a half-aunt. Probably it’s just her thoughts. ‘Fine. I will just call Rosette as “aunt”,’ Rozelyn pondered as she walked to their house which was just next to Thalia’s abode. She entered silently as the house is quiet; which means Cyrill is still asleep even though noon is nearing. “Gosh, he’s still snoring!” Rozelyn shook her hands in an irritated manner. She grabbed a glass of orange juice by the fridge. Yet, even if she already drank two glasses, she can still hear his loud snoring due to his Thaumaturge senses.
“The most traitorous wolves hide beneath a lamb’s cloak, Cyrill.” Cyrill, despite Rozelyn’s warning that it will take an hour or two before he could move, managed to stand from the bed. Rozelyn was astounded but she had already anticipated his actions. “What did you say?” His voice was soft but deadly. “Are you accusing me, Rozelyn?” But Rozelyn didn’t see it coming. She didn’t see the slap from Cyrill’s mighty hand that had made her lose balance due the strong impact of his slap. With all her strength, she managed her face to stay upright and not fall on
“Here we are at your precious home, honey.” Romaine smiled as Dorrien muttered those words. She then leaned to him and removed her helmet. They both kiss by the “Zadzisai’ Residence” sign. In a blink of an eye, she heard a noise inside the house. Romaine parted her lips and went straight to the door. She searched her bag for the key but couldn’t find it. “Open the door, Rozelyn! Cyrill!” She pounded at the door several times. But none of them responded. “Let me,” Dorrien offered. He banged and pushed the door, forcing it open. Dorrien saw a
“Seriously, Av? You’re taking me to the doctor?” Anaztasia demanded as soon as she realized that they are in front of the hospital. Apparently, this has been Avril’s ‘surprise’. Avril grimaced as soon as he beheld Anaztasia’s reaction. “Come on, Ana. We have to know about all the essential things about the baby. Besides, the doctor can also teach us how to raise one properly.” She just rolled her eyes and stomped her foot in irritation. “I kept on imagining what your surprise might be but it turns out you’ll just take me to the hospital!” He inched closer and patted her back, “Anaztasia…”&