Regina "I should leave now," I said, after eating a little bit of the extravagant breakfast that was served to me. Roger smiled warmly and insisted, "Oh, please stay a little longer. There's so much more I want to show you around the estate." I shook my head at his words. "I appreciate your kind offer, Roger, but I really must be going," I replied politely. As much as I wanted to explore the estate further, I had already overstayed my welcome. Roger smiled, nodding his head. "Let me drive you to your home." I thanked him for his generosity, but he declined the offer. "I can go on my own," I said. But wait, before leaving, I changed into my own clothes. "I think I should change my clothes before leaving." "No need. This dress is a gift for you from me." Roger insisted, "Please, it's the least I can do after your help.” "But I can’t..." I tried to argue. "I insist," he replied. "Keep this a souvenir of our first meeting, please." I sighed in defeat and finally nodded my head at
Regina Richard held my hand, pulling me out with him as he walked out of the palace. I turned my head only to see Roger standing by the front door, watching us leave. Roger's eyes bore into mine, his expression a mix of disappointment and longing. It was clear that he wanted to say something, but the words remained trapped in his throat. As Richard tightened his grip on my hand, "Richard..." I stopped trying to free my hand from his grip. "You're hurting me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Richard's face softened as he immediately released his grip, realizing the pain he had caused. His eyes filled with remorse as he gently caressed my hand, silently apologizing for his actions. I glanced back at Roger one last time. Roger's eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. I knew this wouldn't be the last time we would cross paths, but now is not the time for something like this. "We should now," I said to Richard as we both made our way to his car. Richa
Regina I nodded, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. As we continued down the road, I couldn't help but wonder who could be tailing us and what their intentions were. The thought of being followed sent shivers down my spine, making me even more alert. I glanced at Richard, silently hoping he had a plan in mind to shake off our pursuers. "Don't worry; just follow my lead and don't look back." I trusted Richard's instincts and followed him into the dense forest, my heart pounding in my chest. The rustling leaves and distant hoots of owls added an eerie atmosphere to our escape, heightening my sense of urgency. With each step, I couldn't help but wonder if we were entering a trap or finding refuge from our unknown pursuers. "Wait here and don't move." He said this before leaving me alone, hiding behind a large tree branch. I strained my ears, trying to pick up any sounds that might indicate danger. The minutes ticked by slowly, and my anxiety grew with each pass
Richard "It's because of you that I am safe," Regina mumbled as she buried her face in my fur. Her voice trembled with gratitude, and I could feel the warmth of her tears seeping into my fur. I want to hold her tight in my arms and assure her that I will always be there to protect her, but I can't shift into my human form now because it would only startle her. Instead, I nuzzled against her cheek, offering a comforting presence as she found solace in my embrace. "I love you; don't ignore me ever again," Regina whispered, her voice filled with both vulnerability and a hint of longing. Regina's grip tightened around me, seeking solace in the familiarity of my presence. Never before has someone's pain bothered me; never before have I cared about anyone's tears; never before have I felt the need to comfort someone else. But at that moment, everything changed. Seeing Regina vulnerable and in need awakened a protective instinct within me that I never knew existed. As I held her, I reali
Richard It's very dark here; the only source of light is a faint glow coming from a small crack in the wall. The air feels heavy and suffocating as if it's been trapped for years. With the stink of blood coming from my nostrils, I cautiously navigated through the eerie darkness, my heart pounding as I wrapped my hands around my knees, holding them tight to my chest. As I strained my ears, the silence was broken only by distant, echoing whispers that sent shivers down my spine. The oppressive atmosphere weighs heavily on my senses, intensifying the unsettling scent of blood that fills the air. I find myself struggling to find any relief or distraction from the constant agony. It's as if every moment is a reminder of the excruciating pain that I can't escape. It hurts so much that the pain seems unbearable to handle. I don't know why I am feeling this kind of pain; the pain doesn't seem to be physical but an emotional burden that weighs me down. It's like a heavy weight on my chest,
Regina "Ahh..." Where am I, and why the fuck does it hurt so bad? I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The room was unfamiliar, and the throbbing pain in my head intensified with each passing moment. I tried to recall what happened, but my memory was hazy. I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings and figure out how I ended up in this painful state. I was lying on a bed in a room that looked like it belonged in a hospital. "Thank God, you're awake." I heard Sam sigh in relief as he wrapped his arms around mine. I could feel the warmth of his embrace, which offered some comfort amidst the confusion and pain. As I glanced at Sam's worried expression, I couldn't help but wonder what might have happened. "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?" Sam asked, concern evident in his voice. I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry and scratchy, making it difficult to form words. Despite the pain and confusion, I managed to shake my head,
Richard "How is Regina?" I inquired about Regina's well-being, as it has been quite some time since I last saw her. Curiosity fills me as I shift my focus from the papers to Sam, eagerly awaiting an update on how she is doing. Sam sighed louder than I expected him to. and leaned back in his chair, a weary expression crossing his face. "Well," he began, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "She is still unconscious." My heart sank upon hearing Sam's words, and a wave of concern washed over me. I leaned forward, my brows furrowing in worry, and asked, "It's been a week, and she still doesn't wake up." I couldn't help but wonder what could be causing her prolonged unconsciousness and if there were any signs of improvement in her condition. Sam shook his head at the words, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and frustration. "No, there haven't been any signs of improvement," he replied, his voice tinged with worry. "The doctors are doing everything they can, but they're stil
Richard I sighed, defeated by the weight of my responsibility. As I pondered the question, a thought crossed my mind: perhaps I could ask him for help. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if reaching out for assistance was the right decision. However, the realization that I couldn't bear the burden alone compelled me to gather the courage and seek his guidance. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. As the phone rang, my heart raced with anticipation. Would he be willing to lend a helping hand? Would he understand the gravity of the situation? I took a deep breath, hoping that my plea for assistance would not fall on deaf ears. "I will help you," he said, his voice filled with empathy and reassurance. "But wait, how do you know I was calling you for your help?" I asked, curiosity lacing my words. He chuckled softly on the other end of the line, his warm laughter putting me at ease. "I could sense the urgency in your voice," he replied. "And besides, who else would you turn t