I still woke up late when I am supposed to be the one waking up early! A folded bathrobe is prepared underneath my feet. Wearing that, I squinted in the living room and found Hessuel getting himself ready to leave while holding a bouquet.
"Where are you going?"
He is too occupied. He turns his face to me before looking with his eyes. "I have an errand~"
I skip steps and help him fix himself, but then he requests me to hold the bouquet while he fixes his shoes. He seems lively, probably because that's what it feels when money is expected on the way.
"Where are the twins?"
"Back to school."
"Ugh, sorry, I woke up late."
At the hotel, I remove my outer garments and tight clothes, loosen my shirt and lie down prostrated on the huge bed. All night digging for the newlywed's honeymoon isn't real! I'm too tired throughout the preparation and the whole day of the great day! Dandeline is taking her time in the bathroom and I nap while I wait.But, my waiting took longer than her time inside the bathroom, the squint of sun rays was coming inside the room already! I fell asleep facing her, she fell asleep facing me. I stare at her face for a while, then reach for her nape and hair. She woke up with my touch."Hey…""Why didn't you wake me up last night?" I asked."You seem so tired I don't want to disturb you, so I postponed my plan." She stretches her arms and thighs shortly.
If you’re here because you’ve finished reading the book, you have my deepest gratitude. To anyone who gave their best to read this book, in any legal way (or not through a 3rd party beneficiary), I salute you. Will there be a book 2? -None. Please? -No. This is the end of Hessuel & Dandeline’s story. Seriously, I just tried a werewolf genre and finally proved to myself that this isn’t my cup of tea. We Asians prefer vampires. *chortles* Will the twins have their own book? -No. They will stay kids in your imagination. Will Hrista & Andrew have their own book?-Yes. Their book is part of the contemporary romantasy series I’m building. Which means this book is a side story of that series. It wasn’t the plan at first, this was planned to be a stand alone book, but midway I fell in love with the characters of this book & decided to connect them to the universe of this beloved series. I have big dreams for this series & I want this book to be part of it. Meaning, some of the scene
Warning: Contains mature contents of violence and sex. Discrimination, abuse, etc. that might trigger negative emotion are not tolerated but will play a part in the story. A reader's discretion is advised :) … … (HESSUEL’S point of view) She’s so beautiful… The moon. I was helplessly staring at it while I’m lying down on the dried leaves of the burning forest. All my bruises knocked me down. ‘Twas all vague in my vision. That there was a woman crying and holding me dearly. She’s facing against the light of the moon, making it difficult to see her face. The last thing I knew… was her gentle kiss on my lips. ☪ ✧ ✧ That was 13 years ago. "Your favorite veggies are on the road~! Buy it or miss it~!" It's my daily line in selling the vegetables. This is my daily life. My uncle entrusted me with the peddling. He did regret fostering me for the first 5 years of my presence in his garden dome, he suffers sleepless nights just to play with me. Because of that, he gave me the alias
I ran while pushing the unloaded cart. My other hand carries today's salary and I'm excited to present it to my uncle! I made a jubilant entrance into the garden. "Uncle Cor~! I got referrals today and an incredible increase in salary than yesterday! What would be our celebration?" He's wearing an apron while removing the resin of the pear squash. And he looked at me, his eyes widened. "Why are you soaked!? And the smell! What happened to you!?" he screeched. "The scoffers poured this on me. They do it often." He strips my upper cloth and dries me with a towel. "You shouldn't be accustomed to this humiliation. At least try to defend yourself. Don't let them daunt you every day!" I'm giggling from the way he talks. "I will next time if that will smoothen your wrinkles." "How could you be so happy with your situation? I knew there's something wrong with the way that you were created," he murmured. He’s my uncle, Cormelio. "I'm just happy because you care." "Hmph. Give me that.
I wasn't able to stop him anymore as he walked like a cat straightway to those guys. My feet remain at the threshold of the blacksmith shop to do as he brags: watch him. "Excuse me," he started, "are you the owner of this slave? If not, you, therefore, have no right to do what you please against him." One of them responded irreverently, "We're not. And hey, old man, just mind your own walk and denture instead of someone else's business." My fists formed. I can endure their satire but not for someone I cherish. Cormelio talks back, "I will if you stick your nose out of this kid and my nephew." "Who the hell is that?" Another guy barks, "His slave vendor." Their chortle disturbs anyone who passes by. In my sight, they are grown-ass coconut brains—unable to recognize whom they're talking to. "People like you are worse than slaves. What you're doing is illegal for none of you are the owner of this slave. Any kind of humiliation towards a slave is reserved to their owners. So mind
The smell of potent stink took me back to my senses! I'm lying on the same bed in the garden. But right at this moment, something is different. I dislike the smell of flowers! I cough one after another while itching my nose. My steps spontaneously run towards the outside. I grasp on the fences while relieving my nose and throat with the fresh air. And when I touched my forehead, I felt the tightness in my nails and found out the reason why. Everything about the incident last night is vivid in my memories. The moon... the sensation underwater... The ghost… I thought it was just a dream. My nails grew longer, sharper. I tested scratching the fence and it left a deep mark, effortless. My body feels lighter—and that's not a bad thing. I looked at the path beside our farm and found a villager passing by with a wagon. The sound of the wheel, even at least one hundred meters away, is clear to my hearing. "Weird..." It was the first word I uttered this day but I covered my mouth when I f
Cormelio never has to realize something from these guys. It's them. It feels like my head was shaken when that fist from the giant guy blew on my nose! The two men locking my arms were thrown into the handcart with me. The rest of the guys murmured praises for the tall man. The two left my side while I'm cringing my nose and lying on the handcart. The man stood with his legs both on my sides and showered me with more punches. I made sure that my training with Cormelio is useful. My arms cover my head from the intense and heavy punches that shake my head, bump on the wood, and nothing but brute beating. Every hit depicts hostility to avenge an accomplice. And I believe that's acceptable. It's my right to avenge myself then. The tall man ceased and was startled after having sight of me. His fists are swelling and shuddering, the unfathomable reaction on his face is adorable. Without a glimpse of hesitation, my uppercut attack met his chin. He was pushed backward, rolled, and fell fro
"He suffered from blood loss," the nurse lady informed after the aid. Cormelio's wounds are wrapped with bandages, deep cuts have cotton wool for the prevention of bleeding. Just the sight of how pale he is makes my legs shudder. I almost lost him. His life is still in danger. I remember every word he told me earlier. And I don't think I can live on my own. My knowledge is still out of the league. "We need to fill him with blood again," the nurse indicated, "or else, his heart will suffer and die." I extended my right arm. "I'm—" ["You can't."] I halted when I heard the resonating voice again. This time, I look at Acro who's perching on top of the pendulum in this dark room. And her eyes are directly looking at me. Then some thought came into my mind. I can't donate my blood to a human for I am a werewolf. That doesn't prove the logic without experimentation but I prefer not to involve Cormelio with such. I reason out, "I'm not allowed to be his donor. I wasn't capable of selli