The Moon Goddess Dream のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Anna grabbed her coat from the rack, took a bit of cash from the petty cash drawer, and headed for the elevator. Mr. Faiz's coffee was a priority, but she was in desperate need of a break, too.The coffee shop, once small and cramped, had transformed into an open-air patio. The tables were now spaced out, providing a sense of calm amidst the bustling street. The winter chill had draped everything in its frosty embrace, but inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy, with the scent of fresh coffee, baked goods, and the hum of light jazz filling the air. It was Anna’s happy place—a moment of calm before the chaos of the day began. Patrons huddled over mugs of coffee, their breath forming little clouds in the cold air as they sipped their drinks and nibbled on sweetbreads and pastries. The DRI building loomed just a few yards away, its glass facade reflecting the morning sky.Anna walked down the street, cradling a cup of coffee in both hands, the warm ceramic a welcome contrast to the chil

After her usual morning gossip routine, Anna refreshed herself, mentally bracing for the inevitable office chaos. Papers piled high, phones ringing off the hook, and endless meetings filled her days. The constant demands seemed to run in an unbreakable loop, often ending with her rushing to the nearby coffee shop to fuel her through the madness. Somehow, her boss, Mr. Faiz, had an insatiable obsession with coffee. To him, it wasn’t just a drink; it was the very lifeblood of his day. The rich aroma was his daily anchor, grounding him amidst the whirlwind of his busy schedule.After another hour spent sifting through documents and typing up reports, Mr. Faiz interrupted her focus with an urgent request. He needed Anna to deliver important papers to Mr. Camilton's mansion, as the latter was unwell with a mild fever and unable to make it to the office. Though she had no choice but to comply, Anna felt the weight of the task. Grabbing her coat, she retrieved cash from the petty cash drawer

After an hour of endless walking, he began to question his sanity. Why did he swallow that pill, anyway? He wasn't at all phases, but he couldn't sleep and still had a little fever, so he swallowed some sleeping pills. But he's been doing that for ages, and this was the first time he met someone here in his dream. Or was it even a dream? Or maybe he travelled to a different world? Harry couldn't even fathom the idea. After all, these were all the missions of DRI, right? Nevertheless, this place was wonderful, a little scary, but he could manage this. After all, he was Harry Camilton. Nothing scares him anymore, not even death himself.Walking past her, Harry noticed something was familiar. This place was silent, too silent even for his liking. Furthermore, the cold, chilling winter wind was foreign to his senses. He wondered if it based these simple experiences on his reality or on a mass scale on his consciousness. Or maybe fate was trying to play with him.After all, Harry was not a

The Human WorldAnna woke up and howled in genuine agony, watching her bitten mark from the Moonland at White Mountain's peak with fiery veins encircling her arm. Her body was glowing from the inside out. She was frightened. For hours, she lay there alone, crying and, worst of all, burning. She had never had this kind of experience before. It was unnerving and yet she was questioning her sanity.When she thought the pain and burning were the worst of it, a new twinge struck. A harsh bolt shoots from her head and extends to her heart, causing her to arch in bed. Anna's weary voice finds itself a scream that leaves her an insignificant force. Her hands clasp her chest when it beats harder than before. She pulls her fists away and shouts in horror at the sight of her arms.A fiery glow covered her veins, so brilliant that she wanted to cover her eyes but dared not. Then it stopped. Her eyes suddenly hazed and she was losing her sight when a raw and luminous heavy tear escaped from them.

Anna picked up the lead in perfect rhythm, tucking her head. By then, her smell and the sight of her were etched in Harry's mind. He found himself always aware of her. Harry's senses automatically kept track of her, as if he was afraid Anna would vanish. In such nearness, he could not help but notice her every move, her breath, and her heartbeat. The woman was breathtaking. Seductive and, above all, so enticingly hot, even with the massive cream petticoat she wore. By then, Harry had to admit a certain awareness and affection for her. Even now, in the proximate safety of strange lands and the road less traveled, Harry doesn't trust himself quite yet not to daydream about her. Nevertheless, Anna's eyes were constantly surveying the horizontal tree line, unshaped highlands and even at slow step, the tension never completely left her. Nathaniel