"I promise... but what do you think they want again this time?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "He said they want my end. I think they want to finish what their ancestors couldn't 300 years ago – to end the great reign of Eric Damian," he said plainly. "But that's impossible, right? I mean, you are immortal and all that. They surely know they stand no chance coming up against you," Vivian said, her voice filled with disbelief and confusion. "Well, they are no fools. Something really strange is happening in this town. Witches hate vampires, especially witches from the Red Spider coven. They view vampires as a great plague on the earth, and they would not hesitate to kill one when they have the chance... but clearly, the man that attacked you and is pretending to be me is a vampire, and he is clearly working with the witches. A vampire, a member of the Red Spider Coven? I never thought I would see such a day," Damian said, his voice laced with shock and disbelief. "So, what
"I am glad you all love old folks as much as I do, even more so from all your comments. And I must say, it's really rare for teenagers like yourselves to sacrifice their fun weekend to help the elderly. I was really surprised but impressed when Mrs. Henry called me and informed me that some of the kids in school wanted to help out in the old house," Mr. Mike said, his eyes scanning over the group with a mix of gratitude and admiration. "Crafty old bitch!" Anna cursed silently when Mr. Mike was speaking, her face contorted in anger. "Did you say something?" Mr. Mike asked as he saw Anna's mouth move, his forehead creasing with concern. "Nothing, I said nothing. I am just wondering, are you the only one taking care of all these old people? Don't you have other workers here?" Anna said, quickly improvising, her tone laced with skepticism. "Well, this isn't a corporate work where you get paid weekly wages nor a government facility. It's a private establishment owned by myself, and I re
Lara walked straight to meet Lucian, placing the pipe into his mouth before lighting it up for him. As she made to leave, Lucian drew her closer to his body by pulling her waist towards him. His hand gradually moved down her body until he grabbed hold of one of her butt cheeks, squashing it, while staring into Adams' eyes. The latter reacted to what was happening with a deep swallow of saliva, feeling a mix of shock and discomfort. He drew on the pipe, the smoke curling around her face as he puffed it out in circles before giving her a passionate kiss. The kiss ended with him smacking her butt, leaving her feeling both excited and apprehensive. “You so so sweet Lara dear,” he said, his voice husky with desire as he continued puffing his pipe. Just then, one of his men entered the room, interrupting their intimate moment. “My Alpha, we have located Rodriguez's hideout,” the man said. Lucian's expression hardened, and a wicked smile spread across his face. “Get the car ready. Adams, g
“Cursed child? Daughter of the Devil?... Why would she say all those hurtful words to me? What have I ever done to her?” Clara asked, her voice trembling with hurt and confusion. “I... I don't know. She's just going crazy, it doesn't mean anything,” Mathias said, trying to comfort her. “But her eyes... they were filled with fear and hatred when she looked at me. It was as if she really believed what she was saying about me,” Clara said, her eyes welling up with tears. “Just because she believes it doesn't make it true. You're not a cursed child, or a she-wolf, or the daughter of the Devil. No daughter of the Devil could be as beautiful as you,” Mathias said, trying to make her smile. Clara managed a brief smile before the troubled look returned to her face. “I don't know. I just feel--” she started to say before Mathias interrupted her. “Enough of the crazy talk from an old, sick woman who probably can't even remember her children's names anymore. We were having so much fun befor
“Wow... It makes a whole lot of sense," Clara said with a hint of surprise, her eyes widening slightly. "So you were wrong when you said Damian doesn't have a heart. He clearly does, that's why he felt pity and regret for what he did, even though it wasn't entirely his fault since he was cursed and all." Mathias nodded slightly, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I guess you are right about that," he said, his voice low and thoughtful. “But why did the people tell a false history of the event?" Clara asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “I guess they were ashamed of what they did to their own people, when they realized what they had done," Mathias explained, his voice tinged with sadness. "So they just blamed everything on the big bad vamp." "Alright, I think we should start going back," Mathias said, his tone brisk and businesslike. "They may be looking for us now." “Rodriguez, why don't you come out already? There's no point in hiding. You are surrounded," Lucian said, his v
“Oh, thank you... I must have slept off,” she said groggily, her voice laced with fatigue and confusion. She rubbed her eyes and peered outside the window, the sun peeking through the clear blue sky. The rain had stopped falling. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out some cash to pay the cab driver, handing him the money he was owed and an extra tip for the inconvenience of having to wake her up. “Thank you, madam,” the Indian driver said, bowing his head in gratitude, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. Dr Ellen stumbled out of the cab, her body swaying slightly as she tried to regain her balance. She made her way to the car dealership, her feet dragging across the pavement. Night had fallen on the earth, but Lucian's mansion was alive with light, illuminating the darkness that enveloped the city. Adams stood next to Lucian, who sat on his throne-like chair in his private quarters, a tobacco pipe in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. “What are your thoughts on w
"Honey.... Is everything okay?" Dr. Ellen asked, noticing the dark circles under Clara's eyes and the way she seemed to drag herself up the stairs. "Yeah, mum, I am just really tired. I need to take a shower and have a long nap. I promise I will be up for dinner." Clara said wearily as she slowly walked up, her shoulders slumped and her steps heavy. She got to her room, dropped her bag, and then stripped naked before walking into the bathroom to take a shower. As the water came down gently on her head, she closed her eyes, and in flashes, Mrs. Fernanda's words and face came to her, causing a sharp pang in her chest. "DIABLA (she devil), LOBA (she wolf), HIJA DEL DIABLO (daughter of the devil), HEREDERA DE LA MALDICION (cursed child)...." It troubled her so much that she opened her eyes, staring at the standing mirror. Water from the shower was still pouring down on her face, blurring her view, but she could swear her reflection on the mirror looked more like a creature rather than
“That's not enough,” Damian said impatiently, his voice tinged with frustration and urgency. “I don't want only him, your werewolves, we also help me find the group of witches helping him out, they call themselves the Red Spider. ” “Well that's a tough task,” Lucian replied, his voice conveying a hint of doubt. “But we will try our best. But you have to promise me one thing.” “And what's that?” Damian asked. “You won't touch any of my men,” Lucian stated sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And next time you come to my house you will knock instead of breaking the door down.” “I will try,” Damian conceded, his voice laced with sarcasm. “But you have to tell your men to behave themselves around me.” Lucian smiled wryly. “Let's shake on it then,” he said, stretching out his hand. Damian stared at Lucian's hand for a moment before finally taking hold of it in a hand shake. “Deal, but you have to be quick with your task, because I won't be so nice next time," Damian warne