FAZER LOGINBut even monsters fell in love, and to monsters, emotions were often their greatest weakness. They could survive centuries of bloodshed, betrayal, and loneliness without faltering, yet all it took was a single person to reduce them into something irrational. Just like his father, who could have climbed far higher in rank if he had wanted to but chose to stop the moment he obtained the woman of his life. Just like his sister, who could have become someone far greater than a woman who spent her days weeping over the mockery of her human fiancé. Both of them had potential. Both of them had strength. Yet in the end, they had willingly chained themselves to another person."All this because he saved her once," Victor muttered under his breath. He leaned back into his chair and clicked his tongue in disbelief. "I never knew it was so easy to fall in love with someone."Harnold stared at him for a moment before turning away. His eyes settled on the dark window beside them, as if recalling so
Harnold frowned as he wondered what kind of game his son had found this time. Victor always found new amusements to occupy himself with, only to grow bored of them soon after. One month he would become obsessed with something to the point of driving everyone around him insane, only to abandon it entirely once the novelty wore off. His interests changed as quickly as the weather and rarely lasted long enough for anyone to understand them. As long as it wasn't something bordering on becoming a serial killer, Harnold could tolerate it. Not that he genuinely feared his son becoming one. If anything, the idea felt almost ridiculous. Rather, cleaning up the aftermath would be troublesome, and Harnold had already spent enough years cleaning up after his children."By the way," Victor continued, "I haven't seen Stacy in a long time now. Wonder what happened to that sister of mine, Father?"Looking at his face and the grin threatening to curl at the corners of his lips, Harnold let out a heavy
Victor sat down with his legs crossed. His gaze settled somewhere into the distance, unfocused and empty. Though his eyes could no longer see, he could feel his father standing before the desk, his broad back facing him as silence stretched across the room. The old man rarely sat during conversations like this. He preferred standing behind his desk, looming over others and making them feel as though they were the ones being judged.Victor hadn't seen his father's face ever since he lost his sight as a child, but he could still picture him clearly. An older man with short white hair and a beard of the same color, with a face that resembled a judge preparing to deliver a death sentence to those he deemed guilty. His father had always been considerably older than his birth mother and, to be frank, his mother had never truly loved him.Then again, when had mutual love ever meant anything to vampires?Among humans, people often spoke of love as though it were the foundation of marriage. Am
Jane opened the door as slowly as possible, the creaking noise coming from the slowly opened door and the lack of oil on the hinges rang in the silence. The sound seemed unusually loud in the empty hallway, scraping against her nerves as she carefully pushed the door wider inch by inch.Just as her heartbeat was about to spike, she peeked into the room, finding everything... in order.Frowning, Jane raised her eyebrows.There's nothing wrong with her room is there? Everything looks fine, in fact that she couldn't understand why that girl had warned her not to return to her room tonight.Her gaze swept across the room once more. The bed remained untouched. The curtains hung where they always were. The dresser stood quietly against the wall while her few belongings remained exactly where she remembered leaving them. Nothing looked out of place.Had it been a cruel prank? Perhaps to simply make her feel unsettled or perhaps a ruckus out of fear?The more she thought about it, the more ri
Victor didn't reply. He shrugged and then suddenly, he pulled his hand to his vest, slowly unbuttoning the buttons on his vest and immediately she flinched, "What are you doing?"She didn't have an answer as Victor took off the silver vest that snugly wrapped around his waist, revealing his inner black shirt and the thin waist that tapered to the broad chest length. The expensive fabric slid from his shoulders before he casually folded it once.He then placed the vest on her hand, slightly missing the right spot and yet he didn't say a word while she grabbed the vest and frowned."Check the pockets if you don't believe me. I have no Joker card except that one you held."She raised an eyebrow and checked how there was really no card. Her fingers searched through every pocket and seam, half expecting to find some hidden compartment. Considering the person she was dealing with, she wouldn't have been surprised if the vest itself had been modified somehow. Yet after checking everything tw
As Noah left, the smile that once appeared on Jane's face slowly disappeared. She had no more reason to smile when this man, none other than Victor was the source of all problems. Not that he could see it but why is it that when she tried to take a second look of his face, she found that he was the one looking as if he had bitten into a bitter lemon.His brows were furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. If anyone else saw him, they would have thought that he was the one who had been wronged."You attract so many different kinds of problems aren't you?"She stared at him. "You mean yourself?""And that is a pretty clever comeback but I am upset. How could you take care of a man who isn't me? I thought you are my eyes and I don't think I will ever allow my eyes to move on its own and work for someone else that isn't me.""Are you disallowing me to work with my own limbs?""I did buy you.""Ah, so that's why you can sell me as you like to another person who would have ripped out







