The entire day, Lyra was just peacefully sitting beside Derrick, listening to everything that Derrick had to listen to, and answering whatever question was being asked of her. During lunch, she found out that her former dream of eating at a company canteen was not as fun as how she saw them from shows before. Every bite she attempted to take was monitored by a bunch of people, curious to know more about her or too jealous of what she had. Having three beautiful and hot-looking men sitting at the same table as hers did not help her at all.After ordering a feast, she was able to get at least three bites in. Then, she desperately ran back up to the office. Lyra was sad. Having no privacy is never good. But she has recently figured out why it’s so bad. Seeing some of the employees sneak a candid photo of her and Derrick makes her want to bite her tongue off. She was too uncomfortable to even say that she was uncomfortable. Luckily, Zin and Dame were considerate enough to pack the foods a
Waking up for her third full day of working at the office, Lyra immediately sighed. She checked the empty space beside her and walked towards her closet to pick up the dress that she had prepared the night before. Derrick was out, sitting in the living room. She could hear the sound of the television. It was probably showing the latest news that Zin had gathered for his master to watch. She never thought that Derrick would be better than her at adjusting to this life. But Lyra had the determination to do better. She knew that she had to do well, or else she might not be able to fulfill the promise she made to Derrick. When she promised to learn and get well adjusted to her new world, she had no idea where to start. But once Derrick told her that she was too kind and too easy to manipulate, it stung. Something deep inside her understood what he meant by that too well. Her only goal is to be powerful enough to protect herself from all the people that are trying to make her into their o
Lyra’s POV It was tough, trying to fit in a world that’s the total opposite of what I tolerated for years. I feel like it would have been better if I had wanted this status before, but I didn’t. So, maybe that was the main reason why I couldn’t really dive into it with excitement. I never wanted to be the princess of the story. I did not long for a life that was admired and wanted by everyone else. Perhaps because I grew up associating being rich with that man, Elvis, I have always stopped myself from dreaming about a fortune because I knew that I could only get there with the help of that man, and I would rather live my life wearing rags than accept him as my father. But now, it’s different. Although nothing of it came from my own efforts, it was a gift from Derrick. I know why he wanted me to have this. He wants to set me up for perfect vengeance against everyone who turned their backs on me during the most difficult times of my life, as well as those who never treated me as anyth
"Master, Miss Lyra was just trying to do her best." Zin stated. Looking at how Derrick tapped his fingertips at the desk with increasing speed almost made him develop anxiety. "She's not even that far from us; she's a floor away, doing whatever she can to learn and adjust to her new world.""Yeah, isn't that great?" added Dame. "I bet she's doing amazing. I heard a bunch of employees complimenting her earlier at the cafeteria. When Zin and I ate there, she was the topic of conversation for everyone else."Derrick almost snapped his neck looking at Dame. "What did they say?" he asked."They all love her. Apparently, she's too kind and amazing.""And I also heard that she was smart," Dame recalled. "Someone said that she understood everything pretty quickly. "I guess her goal of studying the ins and outs of the company is working.""She's gaining so much respect out there.""That's great," Derrick commented, still impatient because the clock was ticking a little too slowly. He spent an
Lyra's POV Something was definitely out of the ordinary. Right after I noticed how cold Derrick was, he began to act differently. He told Dame and Zin to help me out with something, which I do not recall since I wasn't even supposed to do anything of the sort to begin with. The more I wanted to stay by his side, the harder he pushed me away. Zin and Dame weren't helping at all. I could see it in their eyes—the fear mixed in with a hint of worry. But they won't say anything to me, despite the fact that their gaze never leaves Derrick's direction. Derrick was on his desk the entire time after that. To avoid my gaze, he turned around and faced the view of other buildings and the beautiful sky. Although they all gave me plausible scenarios to believe, I still couldn't shake off the fact that they were all acting strange. Now that we've reached home, I still can't stop thinking about what happened. Derrick's eyes were closed the entire drive home. I am not sure if he was sleeping or if
The sky was clear, even though the sun hadn't fully risen yet. Lyra could feel the cold breeze on the balcony while holding a cup of cold coffee. The coffee she had been trying to drink since early this morning had completely cooledd breeze on the balcony while holding a cup of cold coffee. The coffee she had been trying to drink since early this morning had completely cooled. Since she woke up at three in the morning, she was not able to go back to dreamland and chose to make the most disgusting cup of coffee she could possibly make. Because Zin has always made her the drink, she did not fully understand how to use the fancy coffee machine they have in the kitchen. Dame was not up yet, and nobody could help her.It was bitter. But she can't even complain. Perhaps because she has no one to complain to. She would have whined endlessly if she had someone right next to her who she could bother at any time. But Derrick was not there to listen.It has been three days since the event happen
"Did you practice that?" Raine started to interrogate Lyra as soon as they got back to her apartment. They were planning to go get some groceries earlier, but their plan changed when Wendy ruined the mood. "I didn't," Lyra said. She tied her hair in a bun and sighed to release some pressure. "I just want to try." "Try what?" "Being evil." Raine laughed her heart out upon hearing her reasoning. She began to hit her knee while almost losing her voice because of how funny it sounded to her. "What's so funny?" Lyra pouted. "In order to fight someone as evil as she is, I need to be ready to turn into a monster any time soon." That's not a surprise, right?" "Come on, Lyra, you must be kidding me!" Raine lied down on the couch, holding her stomach, which had already begun cramping from laughing too hard. "Thinking about you, all I could think of was a cute little puppy. How do you expect me to link you to something evil?" "Who knows? I might have been a wolf; you just had no idea." "
In a land where there is nothing but darkness, a throne glowing in red flames was occupied by a handsome man. He wore nothing but loose black cloth that acted both as a long skirt and something to cover his toned, bare torso. Although he wasn’t used to it lately, he managed to have only one side of his chest covered. Good thing there is nothing to feel down there but heat. The horns above his head looked a lot bigger than before. His hair grew longer, falling to his shoulders. He’s been in hell before, but he never felt it for a while. Now that he’s back, he can definitely tell how devastating it is to be down there once again. Instead of smelling her sweet fragrance, he was left with nothing but the smell of something burned. The screams of those evil souls are the only thing he can hear aside from the whispers that kept running through his mind. Each of the thousands of doors in front of him contains a room for each soul to suffer their own kind of hell, prepared by his demons. No