Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Feast: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

*cough* *cough* Layla couldn’t stop herself from coughing as she walked under the scorching sunlight, almost naked and barefooted. Her throat was dry, and she wished to have at least a drop of water but there was none. All she had taken after a few miles of a walk from dawn until dusk was nothing but a slash of whip each time she fell on the ground when she stumbled. The juicy sound of the leather slapping on her skinny body was all she could hear as a response whenever she begged for water to quench her thirst, hoping she would be granted a little amount to keep herself alive, another scar was imprinted on her. “Move! Quit slowing us down, little bitch!” One of the men accompanying her to the western borders of the kingdom yelled at her when she began walking slowly due to exhaustion.

The sky was a vast sea of darkness illuminating the kingdom of Liore. Thick clouds were scattered and even thicker ones gathered around the moon which could barely illuminate the world with its faint, serene glow. Everything was ruled by the dark and the lightning strikes drawn on the sky seconds after seconds brought terror instead of the hope of light. Thunder roared like an aggravated demon of the sky, sending shivers to the lowest of the low creatures underneath and on earth, waking up the devils in hibernation underground. It was a fateful night in which the rules of darkness would change; the ultimate collision of natural evil and an immortal hatred. A young lady wearing a white satin dress was bounded on the stone altar in the middle of the woods. She was barefooted and her feet were filled with callouses and cuts she got from walking a distance to get to the unfamiliar place. Her vision was the same as usual, dark th

It was bizarre for prey like her to thank the predator before getting devoured. For Layla’s case, it was counted as ‘normal’ since her wish was granted. In a few seconds, she was able to see the light which she dreamed of. She was glad her eye worked just fine and let her glanced at the beautiful scenery in the midst of the night, although the other one also opened up, she could tell its function didn’t work as it should. “Insane. You’re insane,” the beast said while holding in his laughter. Layla’s gesture was something he didn’t expect. He saw countless women offered to him but not someone like the one who was hugging him tightly while whispering her thanks with all her sincerity. “No, I’m not. I’m just grateful,” she responded before pulling herself away from the huge, white beast. &ldqu

Zev Wesley stared at the young lady who was keeping a confused look on her face. He was amused at how she could forget something so important that happened the previous night. In all years he was trapped in the heart of the forest where he could only live his immortal life, Zev had never encountered such a disastrous ritual like when his supposed prey turned out to be more ferocious than he was. If not for the curse cast on him, he would have been already killed. And looking at the lady’s innocent expression made him want to kill her. He despised her… particularly those pair of green irises she had. It was no doubt, the lady’s eyes were his biggest weakness as it reminded him of his past… the past he always wanted to forget. “Keep your mouth shut and don’t make any noise,” he ordered after pushing a pillow on her face. Zev stood up from the round bed and walked towards the window t

Zev Wesley was the strongest of his kind. And his kind was superior to any other races. He was born a king. A ruler. A god. A demon. Feared by many until a curse ruined his plan to rule the world. The curse that forced him into isolation. It was a tragedy that he learned to get over with for decades, something he’s supposed to accept but that was no longer the case. The deity’s astral appearance tickled his frozen desire for revenge. And there was Layla, a newly-found companion he got. The young lady was not only fierce, but her lust was fueled with madness lurking within her. If he couldn’t achieve his goals, having someone do it for him was more befitting for a king like him. However, to have someone beside him would mean he was no longer capable on his own. Zev would rather be called a ruthless demon than a merciful king. He wanted to rule the world on his own without relying on anyone. But what could he