He is such a demonic man! This creep is even more repulsive looking than my ex-boyfriend Matteo. Not only did they both have features that were similar to one another, but they were also both malevolent people. How is it that he could have tricked me into going to this window when he was aware that there was ongoing construction nearby and that I would most certainly fall into this?He didn't even bother pausing for a moment to consider what to do next; instead, he's just staring at me. What a heartless person he is to treat me in such a manner. Even though I am a stranger who has just freely entered this manor and may have even wandered into what he considers to be his own room by accident, I do not believe that it is acceptable for him to treat me in such a disrespectful manner..I am still a woman who is unable to stand for very long periods of time while hanging from this scaffolding because both of my arms are bruised. Even from this vantage point, I could make out some of th
No. He is not a vampire. The fact that he is warm and has a heart that I can plainly hear beating right now is further evidence that he is not a nefarious nosferatu, as vampires typically have fangs, and the fact that he does not have fangs proves it even more. I can almost feel that my hands are already swelling due to the pressure that his mouth is leaving me with as he continues to leisurely suck more of my blood from my fresh wound. This is happening as he continues to do so. This could conceivably also imply that I have already lost an excessive amount of blood. This frenzy is causing me to become addicted, which is causing me to become mixed up with dizziness and the overpowering scent of his masculinity, both of which are engulfing me. It has rendered me so completely numb that I am unable to make even the slightest movement to struggle against his hold on me. Once more, he was successful in positioning himself on top of me for the second time. His entire body is so large t
A dense fog of smoke and mist obscures my view of the world around me. I seem to have no recollection of how I came to be in this location; the only thing that comes to mind is that I am supposed to be inside one of those rooms that are located in the Alforque manor. Then I run into this creep who is strikingly reminiscent of my ex-fiancé, Matteo, in appearance. My memory is a little fuzzy, and for some reason, it feels as though my mind just stopped working for a moment. This is very strange. I can't help but wonder if I was in a serious collision right before I woke up in this condition, which would have caused me to lose some of my memory and left me in this state. And as I take in my surroundings, the only thing that stands out to me is the eerie feeling that pervades the empty house—more like an abandoned house to me. This abandoned house is extremely spacious, and it appears that I am currently in what might be considered the reception area. Everything is in shambles here. T
I scream at the top of my lungs only to wake up from a dream that was more of a nightmare than a regular dream.It comes as quite a shock to me when I look around and realize that I am once more inside of my room. The way I woke up in my room was exactly the same as the way I did when I first realized that I had been reincarnated into the body of Claudette Silverstone, so it was kind of like having a déjà vu experience. My fleeting musing is abruptly brought back to the present when Taylor opens the door with a creak. She makes a hasty approach toward me in order to check on how I'm doing. The genuineness of her worry is reflected in the anxious expression on her face. As soon as she stops by my bed, the first thing out of her mouth is, "Miss Claudette, what happened here?"Before I could finally respond back to Taylor, I had to give myself some time to collect myself from the state of shock that I was in. "I...I don't know, I guess I just had a nightmare." I told her.Before she c
“Who could it possibly be?” As soon as Klen told me about whoever this visitor is, I immediately questioned him on the matter. For me, this is the point at which the challenge of trying to become acquainted with the group of people who were close to the real Claudette begins to take shape. I don't have a full understanding of Claudette's background, particularly the people who are close to her. The only piece of information I have about her is that she is Julius Silverstone's only child. Other than that, I don't know anything about her. Even Taylor and Klen were strangers to me until they broke the silence and introduced themselves. I suppose the only way for me to get away with this is to claim that I have amnesia and play dumb about everything again. “It’s Reagan, Miss Claudette. Reagan Groven.” Klen then promptly answered my query. On the other hand, I don't know anything at all about Reagan Groven. Not even the tiniest bit. It's possible that he came from a family that wasn
I immediately disengaged from him and took a few steps backwards in response. He was perplexed by the abrupt response I had given him and asked me, "Claudette?" Well, we’re just even. I can't help but respond in that manner, especially considering the fact that I don't even know him, and yet he had the audacity to hug me instantly, and now he is claiming me as his Luna Bride. He claims as if he knew what Luna Bride is, which makes me wonder, does this indicate that this man, Reagan, is also a shapeshifter in some way?That is still a mystery left for me to find out, sooner or later. For the time being, I believe that it is necessary for me to deal with the repercussions of my actions, specifically the abrupt response that I gave to what Reagan had just told me.“Is there something wrong, Claudette?” After that, Reagan posed a question. I can tell by looking into his jade-green eyes that he is genuinely concerned for me or, more accurately, for Claudette.I am aware that I need to r
“What is this? Could the Alforques be among the prime suspects as well?” I immediately reacted. It is already too late for me to realize that Reagan became a little confused as a result of my reaction. What now? Should I act as if I despise them? Am I supposed to? Well, technically, I do hate them, particularly Matteo. On the other hand, I simply cannot say for certain whether or not it will be the same reaction that the real Claudette would feel at this very moment if she were present here.However, since I had already made that scene in front of Reagan, I might as well just go along with it since I had already done so. I cringe when I have to admit that my hasty reactions frequently get me into trouble or simply make it look like I'm an idiot. But it's true.I don't know what Reagan is thinking right now because I can't seem to read his mind, but judging from the expression that remained fixed on his face the entire time, it seems like he didn't even mind that I reacted in that ma
As soon as I finished reading the invitation's details to the other two, there was an odd hush that fell over us all. I had to double check between Reagan and Klen once more just to make sure that neither of them bothered to utter even a single word to react. And neither of them really didn’t at all. "What's the deal with all this silence?" I immediately inquire because I have a hard time comprehending the most likely reason behind their actions. Following a brief period during which they maintained their silence, it was actually Reagan who took the initiative to respond to my questions. He went on to say, "I can't help but suddenly wonder why the Alforques wanted to hold a party." “Why? Aren’t parties supposed to be something the Alforques are commonly fond of doing?” I inquired. This conversation is somehow becoming more useful to me, particularly because I am gaining new information not just about the Alforques but also, somehow, possibly even about that creep who resembles my