공유

The Midnight Snack

last update 게시일: 2026-01-08 07:23:24

Chapter 46

Caleb’s POV

Part I: The Ghost in the Kitchen

The digital clock on the oven flickered to 2:14 AM.

I had discarded the Jean-Pierre wig and the heavy glasses, leaving them on the prep table like the skin of a shed snake.

My knuckles still throbbed from the wall, and my nerves were shot from the Julian encounter.

I’d known the Sterling hawk would try to pluck a feather; I just hadn't expected him to be so bold. Shoving the dog’s brushed-out fur into the edge of my prosthetic had been a
이 작품을 무료로 읽으실 수 있습니다
QR 코드를 스캔하여 앱을 다운로드하세요
잠긴 챕터

최신 챕터

  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Glitch in the Trap

    Chapter 167The air in the Spire felt thinner now that the deal was struck. I stood in the center of the obsidian room, the silver tablet in my hand feeling like a detonator. Viktor Volkov was towering over me, his presence a physical weight, his eyes dark with the hunger for the kill."The coordinates," Viktor prompted, his voice like the low thrum of a predator’s growl. "Where is the lioness hiding her cubs?"I didn't blink. I pulled up a topographical map of the Saimaa lake system in Eastern Finland, a labyrinth of thousands of islands and frozen inlets. I zoomed in on a cluster of jagged landmasses near the Russian border."Sector Seven, Island 402," I said, my voice clinical and detached. "There is a decommissioned Soviet listening post tucked into the granite cliffs. It’s off the grid, shielded by natural iron deposits. My pings intercepted a localized encrypted transmission three nights ago. High-frequency, short-burst. It’s the signature of a Sterling-grade satellite phone."I

  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Devil’s Seat

    Chapter 166Evelyn's POV My heels clicked against the cold obsidian floor, the sound echoing like a ticking clock in the silence of the Northern Spire. My skin felt tight, the prosthetic layers and high-definition makeup I’d spent weeks mastering feeling like a second, suffocating skin. I was Rai Kirov. I had to be. But the way Zima was looking at me like I was a puzzle piece that had suddenly grown teeth made the adrenaline spike in my veins.“Rai,” Zima repeated, his voice dropping into a dangerous, suspicious lilt. “When did you start speaking English?!”I felt the heat of their collective gaze, five predators waiting for a reason to strike. For a heartbeat, my breath caught. Here goes nothing.I heaved my shoulders, a casual, confident shrug that bordered on disrespect. “I’ve been away for weeks, Lord Zima,” I said, my voice smooth, carrying the exact bored cadence I’d observed in Rai’s rare public recordings. “That is enough time to learn a tongue I’ve been wishing to master.

  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Empty Ledger

    Chapter 165Few Weeks LaterThe grand council chamber of the Northern Spire was built to intimidate. It was a cavernous room of black obsidian and cold marble, where the air was kept at a precise, bone-chilling temperature to ensure no one ever felt too comfortable. In the center of the room stood five high-backed chairs of carved bone and iron, arranged in a semi-circle that felt less like a boardroom and more like a tribunal.Outside, the Russian winter howled, but inside, the silence was even more lethal.Viktor Volkov sat in the center chair, his fingers steepled, staring into the flickering embers of a massive fireplace. Flanking him were the Four Lords of the Russian, Underground men who had survived purges, coups, and famines by being more monstrous than the problems they faced.Lord Borodin, a man whose face was a roadmap of scars from a Siberian gulag, broke the silence with a dry, rattling cough. He shifted his heavy frame, the leather of his chair creaking.“Two weeks, Vik

  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Vow of the Ice Queen

    Chapter 164The woods were a jagged cathedral of frost and silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic crunch of boots on snow and the frantic, shallow breathing of six children who had just watched their world bleed out on a rusted truck bed. I stood over Lenochka’s body, my hands stained a dark, drying crimson. The cold didn't bite anymore; it felt like a second skin, a suit of armor forged in the fires of betrayal.I was immobile. A statue of grief and gasoline. I watched the children, my children, her children huddled together in the shadow of the transport, their eyes like saucers, reflecting the flickering moonlight and the horror of the reality I had brought them into."Evelyn! Evelina!"The voice tore through the treeline. A moment later, Yamelyan burst into the clearing, his chest heaving, his silver eyes wild. He looked like he’d crawled through hell to find us, his coat torn, blood, his and Cyprian’s, most likely splattered across his jaw. He skidded to a halt, his gaze

  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Crimson Debt

    Chapter 163The room was a hollow shell of broken glass and shattered identities. I stood there, my tactical gear heavy with the weight of my own blood and the crushing rejection of my son, watching the girl I had birthed cling to the neck of a man who dealt in secrets and souls like they were common currency.Cyprian stood tall, his hand resting on Luna’s back with a proprietary air that made my stomach churn. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with a cold, intellectual satisfaction.“She’s home, Evelyn,” Cyprian said, his voice a smooth, terrifying silk. “She knows where she belongs.”I felt the sob rising in my throat, but I forced it down, molding it into something harder. Something sharper. I felt my lips twitch, pulling back into a wicked, jagged smile that didn't reach my eyes. My heart was a pulverized mess, but my mind was a steel trap.“You think you’ve won, don’t you, Cyprian?” I whispered, the sound cutting through the hum of the remaining medical monitors. “You think b

  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Shattered Mirror

    Chapter 162The air in the room was so thick with tension it felt like breathing through wool. Yamelyan’s hands were shaking where they rested over mine, his silver eyes searching my face for a truth he was terrified to find.“Us,” he whispered, his voice cracking like dry timber. “It’s always been us, Evelyn. Even when I was a lie, even when you were a mask. God help me, it’s us.”“Ya, no!” Lenochka screamed, stepping forward to grab his arm. “This is madness! You’re letting her experiment on them because you’re addicted to her ghost!”“Step back, Le,” Yamelyan growled, his voice dropping an octave into that lethal, predatory tone he usually reserved for his targets. “I’m not doing this for a ghost. I’m doing this for my children. If there is a one percent chance they wake up, I’m taking it. I’m the father. This is my call.”I didn't wait for her to argue. I didn't give her the chance. I ripped open the titanium crate, the metal shrieking as I forced the lid back. Inside, the machine

  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Consommé Catastrophe

    Chapter 71The morning after the pantry incident with Lucien felt like waking up inside a pressurized steam cooker. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard that low, gravelly promise, The Fox always catches what he hunts. My skin still felt sensitized, the ghost of his knuckles tracing my jawline act

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-29
  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Mediterranean Metamorphosis

    Chapter 67 Caleb’s POV The morning light in Marbella was far too bright for a man who had just survived a trash compactor and a death threat. It danced off the white-washed walls with a cheerful indifference to my misery. I stood on a street corner, my body aching, dressed in a set of nondescri

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-29
  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    Girls Night Out With The Chairperson

    Chapter 69Caleb’s POV The first week as Antonella had been a masterclass in psychological endurance. Every morning, I woke at 4:00 AM in the cramped servants' quarters to begin the grueling ritual of self-erasure. I glued the lashes, mapped the contours of a stranger’s face onto my own, and cinc

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-29
  • Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake    The Fox’s Hunger

    Chapter 70Caleb's POV The Andalusian night pressed against the villa like a lover too impatient to wait. Heat lingered in every stone, every shadowed corner, turning the air inside the walk-in pantry into something thick, almost drinkable. I was reaching for the jar of Marcona almonds when the v

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-29
더보기
좋은 소설을 무료로 찾아 읽어보세요
GoodNovel 앱에서 수많은 인기 소설을 무료로 즐기세요! 마음에 드는 작품을 다운로드하고, 언제 어디서나 편하게 읽을 수 있습니다
앱에서 작품을 무료로 읽어보세요
앱에서 읽으려면 QR 코드를 스캔하세요.
DMCA.com Protection Status