All Chapters of Sweet Evil Fangs: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Pack up.” I nearly jumped in my spot when he bashed his hands against the table. The bowl with milk and cereal spilled all over, making me close my eyes for a minute since a bit of milk sprinkled on my face. I moved my jaw and glared at him, which made him back away a little, whereas his hands were raised a little, indicating he was surrendering. I rolled my eyes at him, then took a napkin, cleaning my face and chest. “Ethan, what did I tell you about being violent?” I told him, like a mother chastening his child. I heard him let out a sigh at that point, cursed a little, which made me look at him in the eyes again. He harshly bit his lower lip, irritated, then sat before me. He tapped his fingers on the table, looking impatient. But I raised a brow at him, telling him he needed to calm down. Ethan is still battling with his self-control and how to open up with his feelings to me. There are times

He took a step forward, assessing the interior of the house. His eyes narrowed into slits, observing each corner of the room. When his eyes landed on Ethan, who stood up, his eyes were shooting blades towards Allen's spot. He growls, ready to attack the intruder. I pleaded with him with my eyes, asking him to take a seat, and we'll talk about this. I know Ethan isn't fond of new individuals, especially this wearing a uniform right here. But if he's stupid enough to expose himself to this guy, we're gonna get killed. “Please.” I mouthed to him, inquiring for him to calm down and be quiet, whereas I bargained with Allen. He gradually looks in my way, raising a brow. Our eyes lock for a minute, doing our little showdown about who will surrender. He let out a harsh breath, then pummeled himself on the couch, looking in the other direction. I bit my tongue, looked at Allen, put his hands on his pockets, and then looked down at me sinc

“His condition is stable now. He can be charged out.” I nearly wail in front of the doctor who helped us through Ethan’s journey here in the hospital. I took his hand and then shook it. Words can not express how appreciative I am of this day. The doctor grinned, then gestured his head. He cleared out the room, closing the door behind him. I looked at Ethan, who was looking through the window. Arms are crossed together. I sat next to him, caressing his hair. “Ethan, I’m getting you out of here. Aren’t you happy?” I whispered, attempting to touch his cheeks when he recoiled, then looked away, unable to say anything. Something penetrated my heart, befuddled why he acted like this. “Ethan looked at me.” I got up and then went around the bed, putting my hands over my waist and blocking his view from the window. He brought down his head, looking at the ground. I couldn&rsqu

“What did you say?” the leader I arrogated looked at Ethan gradually with minacious and heavy eyes. His jaw stirred, then he stepped forward, tilting his head a little to his left while inspecting Ethan from head to toe. Ethan did not stir in his place. He looks at the man with no emotion indicated in his eyes. "E-ethan…" I whispered, capturing his attention even though I knew he wouldn't look at me. His dull eyes and the dim circles underneath made me step back, gulping the knot in my throat. I shook my head, praying quietly he wouldn't alter here, not before these maniacs. They can sue him. They aren't afraid to tell everybody. “I said…” he took a step, his hands are on his pockets as his eyes filtered each of them. I called his name, pleading, but the other man holding my arms pushed me behind him, making me almost falter on the ground. They are all looking at Ethan right now, and I can’t see hi

I was not my usual self while preparing breakfast this morning. After spending days in the hospital, I was finally charged out, and now, I’m here alone in this adequate house. I haven’t seen Ethan for days. I have no idea where he might be. However, my mind is coasting elsewhere, and I couldn’t rest for days because of the nightmares haunting me. I couldn’t even blink or close my eyes for five minutes. All I’m seeing is that frightful scene that keeps on rehashing in my mind. The guilt was sneaking through my system until it consumed my whole willpower, and presently I couldn’t think straight. I know it’s neither of our faults, but still, we failed to protect our unborn child. I can’t live forever with this guilt I am carrying. Each time I had the chance to shut my eyes, my body trembled with agitation. I sometimes see myself crying on the floor, begging for this to stop. It’s like bottling up all my feelings