บททั้งหมดของ My Possessive Master: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"Shall we?" "But how about Dianne? Are you going to leave her in here?" Dianne gasped. She never wanted to do so but she has no other choice but to leave her temporarily. "No!" Suddenly, Dianne waved her hands and shook her head back and forth. "Do--Don't worry about me, Dianna! I... I have everything I need and you should enjoy working with Doc." Dianna narrowed her eyes and saw plates on the sink. She walked closer to her with a short smile on her lips. "Here, take this. Just promise me you will only talk to your best friend.After all, she couldn't afford to see her sister sad and grimace. She gave her the phone she wanted to use. Dianne jumped but Klaud had stopped her. She was too happy and it was all drawn to her face. "I love you so much, Dianna! I need to go back to my room, now! And please, please have some fun too!" She winked at her and hurriedly went back to her room. 

The sky was covered by thick clouds but it was still beautiful to watch. The stars twinkled on their own, and constellations made it more enthralling. Dianna took a deep breath when she dropped her at the bus station by him. She wanted to go home but she remembered the store. "Taxi! Taxi!" She called for the taxi who passed by, fortunately, it, stopped right in front of her and opened the window. "Where are you heading to, Young Lady?" The driver asked her, but he looked like an addict because of his reddish eyes and abnormal movements. Dianna was taken aback but it would take half an hour before another taxi to pass by in the area. She was a little bit scared but she has no other option but to open the door and get into the passenger's seat. "At Sweet's Home," She told the driver but she just shook her head and looked at her through the mirror. Dianna sighed in relief when a phone rang inside

"1...,""2...,""3!""Rot in hell!" "Chase her, Tristan! Don't you ever let that woman escape from us!" An older driver said and he called the younger one by his real name. Dianna gulped and looked throughout the creepy street. All buildings was closed and there was no way of asking for help. She held the steel with her and used as self defense. The older man was being hit for several times but he could still move and run. "Where do you think you're going huh?" Tristan, the younger driver asked her from behind. He stood from a distance with a meaningful smile on his lips. He was quite tall, tanned man as she didn't saw his face certainly. But Dianna noticed his thick, black beards on his chin and upper lips. "No one will ever hear you not save you from here! It's the creepiest street during this hours and I think, the best way to survive is to surrender yourself to us with my friend, D

"Run faster! Do not turn your back, Tristan!" "Huh! Huh!" Danny distracted the beast as he poked its back with the steel he was holding. He screamed, told his son to ran faster and escape from the dark, quiet place. And Dianna, who touched and crawled slowly away from the danger. She carried her stiletto and looked throughout the way. She was searching for a safe place, but she only saw darkness and nothingness. "Oh mother, please help me to get out from here! Di--Dianne is looking for me, right n--now!" "Hey, you ugly creature from the other world! Leave my son alone and fa--face me!" The beast growled, quickly turned its head, and stepped closer to the old man. Danny held the heavy steel upward and hit the werewolf's back angrily. He laughed when it slowly fell to the floor and thought that everything was fine. He then turned around on the beast and exclaimed, "I've killed the beast! Where a

The sound of the clock continued but kept her wide awake. Her head traveled to the moment she was listening to her dearest grandma about the legends and tales about werewolves. She couldn't still believe it after all. Dianna tried to close her eyes and fall into sleep but nothing happened. She felt better than earlier, but she wanted to see Dianne in the next room. Slowly, she jumped off the bed and folded down the white, thin dress she was wearing. Dianna looked like a goddess who stood near the door with her long, shiny hair. "Huh, perhaps I fall asleep if I lay beside Dianne." She murmured, looked at her ale face on the mirror, and shrugged off her shoulders. She added, "Such a ghost-like woman!" Despite her injured ankle, Dianna disobeyed the doctor's advice and forced it to move. As gentle as it was, she held the doorknob and twitched it up. The door opened as she stepped slowly out of the room.