Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secret Son of The Dragon Lord: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Cora's POV "Hmmm, these pancakes smell incredible. I hope they taste the same," Cecilia sighed with her eyes closed. I don't know about that but having a bite won't be bad. I responded and placed two pancakes on a plate, setting them before her. "I need some too." That's my mum, joining Cecilia on the next stool beside the kitchen island. I decided to fry some more pancakes, so I could keep the leftovers in the fridge for Cecilia. "Am sorry mum, the doctor says you must eat more fruits and veggies so I made you salad but don't worry, I added avocados too", I coaxed my mum. She has a sweet tongue but I won't allow it, knowing it would end up affecting her health. " Thank you, Cora, you know how to make an old woman happy," she replied. Glad I convinced her. "I keep telling you that you are not old. If Dad hadn't run off with some-" The words were stuck in my throat as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. "It's okay de

After recovering from the shock of his voice, I mastered the courage to speak. If I was going to die, I should at least be brave and not die without a fight. "It's extremely dark and I can't see a thing." I imagined my voice to be brave but it came out as a shriek. "Uhhh, sorry, I forgot you were human." His voice suddenly became gentle but quickly changed to a cold one. "Walk straight forward. Am watching you." "What? How can you see me in such a dark room?" Now, I was sure he was some serial killer. "Just do as you have been paid to. You don't ask the questions." With that, I began moving my legs, one after the other, straight ahead as the mysterious man slash serial killer had commanded. After what took like ages and luckily not bumping into anything, I made her way through the room. "Stop." I stopped in my tracks at the sound of the voice. "Turn around." I obeyed and turned around. "Sit." I bent my buttocks to sit and luckily, it t

Cora's POV We were met with complete silence when we arrived at the outskirts of the club. No one could be seen outside. It seemed that even the security team was part of this meeting. I alighted from the car and started walking towards the conference room of the inn with the Driver tailing behind me. The atmosphere was cordial when we got there but there was a mixture of tension and extreme confusion on the faces of the workers. I never knew the club and Inn had this much number of workers. Maybe because I only worked at night, I didn't know most of the day workers, and even the night workers, were oblivious to me. I stood behind Greta. The meeting had not yet started and from the look of it, the owner, as claimed by the driver, had not yet arrived but Ken had just come out in the front. He held his Ipad and kept calling out names. I think he wanted to make sure that everyone was around. Soon, I heard my name and waved, while deciding to get some info from Greta

Brayden's POV It's been over a hundred years since I visited my mother's cabin but I could make out the way like the back of my palm. These are some of the things I was talking about. The acidity of my senses has increased invariably, after meeting Cora. The whole place has been deserted and covered in weeds but I could make my way through, easier than I did the last time I was here. Aside from that, Steve was extremely exhausted, but I felt my energy was just picking up after walking this long in the woods. There was no route for vehicles in this location so most of the journey had to be covered on foot. Mother told me before she died that she chose to live here because she wanted to be away from the rest of the world and atone for her sins. She never told me about what atrocity befell her even when I asked over and over again. The only thing she kept saying was I will know when the time was right, and when the time comes, the truth will reveal itself. 

Cora's POV As I was not used to sleeping in my bed during the day, it was great doing so today and I felt quite robust about it. The thought of last night was still wavering on my mind, no matter how much I tried to disregard it. It's not as if I want anything but I felt chemistry drawing me to him, the more I tried to forget him. It was something I had never felt. I suffered the urge to see him, for a reason I can't comprehend. I perceived going to that hotel again but what would I do there? What do I say to him? He was so mysterious that I couldn't discern what would befall me if I ever saw him again. Right now, I want to walk into that hotel and ask of him but it's a hotel and he might not be there. I just felt that if I didn't see him, I might go crazy, and if I saw him, I would run mad. Nevertheless, it won't hurt to check or maybe find out something about him. His name perhaps might give me a clue or a way of locating him. Hmmm...that receptionist might tell me