Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

Stephen didn't say a word the whole way, leaving Veronica wondering where Stephen would take her to. So all he did was look out the window. He repeatedly tried to find an opportunity to ask Stephen, but he repeatedly failed to do so. As long as he knew Stephen, he still couldn't guess the werewolf man's thoughts. For him, Stephen is a rigid werewolf man with a 19th century male perspective who thinks that women and other feminine genders are the weakest group that must receive full protection. The type who believes in not putting people in this class in danger. In essence, Stephen is the old-fashioned kind of guy. The type of man who should have been extinct since the twentieth century ended. Unnoticed by Stephen, Veronica secretly watched Stephen through Stephen's reflection reflected in the window. How can I like someone like this, Veronica muttered to herself. The question he asked himself didn't even have an answer. Even though compared to Karl, this man sucks. However, no ma

Stephen didn't know what was going through his mind at the moment. In his car at this time, he was kissing the girlfriend of his best friend–Veronica Darren–with passion.The sound of sighs from each of the two of them filled the car, drowning out the sound of the radio announcer talking about the weather. To be honest he was very surprised when he found Nikki returning his kiss that very second without any doubt in the young woman.His hands touched Nikki's cheeks carefully. In his eyes, Nikki looked so fragile. Like porcelain that must be touched carefully if you don't want it to disappear from his sight, but also so beautiful that it drives the desire inside of him to keep on touching Nikki's body. The whisper inside him seemed to support him to keep kissing Nikki.As if she was telling him that she deserved that kiss. For a few moments, nothing crossed his mind other than Nikki's seductive scent and kisses that made him feel addicted to it so he wanted to continue kissing Nikki's

Karl Smith stepped out of his car as soon as it stopped and the car door opened, removing his sunglasses from between his nose. Hades stood by Karl's car door, with a respectful gesture and placed his hand on Karl's head, and closed the car door once Karl had completely gotten out of the car."Are you sure this is the place, Hades?" Karl shoved his sunglasses into his coat pocket. His head looked up, looking at the mansion building, which still looked like an old building even though there had been a lot of restoration on several sides of the building.In front of him, he could see a fairly large mansion building. With one look, he immediately knew that this mansion had not been occupied for a long time before Alec bought it. Coupled with the vines that still covered most of the exterior surface of the mansion as well as the gate they passed through before entering the building, it was clear that the new owner of the mansion still couldn't take the time to repair this building.So he w

Veronica could not believe what she was seeing right now in front of her eyes. Her eyes lit up with pleasure, turning to look at Stephen, who was still holding her in his arms. "This is …" "Yes. I prepared all of this just for you," Stephen answered with a calm smile. "Did you like it?" As if understanding what he was thinking, Stephen, lowered Veronica's body slowly until both of Veronica's prosthetic legs landed perfectly on the footpath. "Wow…" He still couldn't believe what he was seeing. His eyes stared in amazement at the view of the lake in front of him. He saw a canoe that could carry two people complete with a wooden canoe, leaning on a deck not far from where they were. While at the edge of the lake, a few meters from where they were standing, he saw a picnic blanket neatly laid out, complete with a straw basket covered with red and white gingham patterned cloth and two medium-sized thermos bottles. From the straw basket, he could see the baguette sticking out from behi

It had been fifteen minutes since he had arrived at the new residence of his acquaintance's grandson, Alec Berthold. This grandson of Pierre Berthold led him into the living room as he beckoned him to enter, but from the last fifteen minutes until now he had not spoken. So that the room was automatically enveloped only by silence, the silence that succeeded in creating a feeling of uneasiness within him. He noticed Alec's gaze that occasionally took the opportunity to glance at him, along with the anxiety that also enveloped the man. It can be seen from how the young man's hands squeezed each other on his thighs and his head looked down towards the floor. It was as if the surface of the floor was far more interesting than it existed. He was excited and irritated. He really, really wanted to break this silent atmosphere and go straight to the topic of conversation, which was also the main reason for coming to Alec's residence this second. But he himself also could not do it Alec's