Reborn with the Promiscuity System: Good Girl No More의 모든 챕터: 챕터 251 - 챕터 260

Meanwhile..."Son, I'm glad you're back!"After Eithan parked the bicycle next to his father's white old model car, he picked up the bags of groceries and paper bag containing the cough medicine. That was when his father's voice rang loudly from the porch to the parking space. As he strode into the house, he nodded to the other man in the house then walked straight into the kitchen situated on the living room's right side.The new home for the Meyer family was in a community village located Southeast of Jasper City. This was where cheaper and affordable houses could be found. If he remembered correctly, this house was already the last one on sale and they were lucky to have bought it. Aside from its price to area ratio, the other good thing about their new residence was its security. This village was like a subdivision, but there were proper guards stationed at the various entrances and exits of the whole community. The guards were not mere muscle-bodied decorat

The death of a girl mutilated by bullets caused a bit of wave in the country. Those who knew her raised a fuss. Aggrieved, they pressured the authorities to search for whoever did this to her. Among these people, her family was naturally the most aggressive. Her friends and fans from the same school also joined the cause and began to plan how they'd petition for justice for their deceased campus beauty. Each of them badly wanted to know which heartless devil caused her to die like this and for what reason. Of course, even if there happens to be a reason, they would still badly want to make that devil rot in jail, if not in hell.Unfortunately, no matter how well-known she was in HCA as a campus goddess or in the city as a musician, the wave caused by her death was still small. Aside from those who really knew her, the rest chose to move on in their lives and think of what would happen to their tomorrow. In other words, everyone not related to her only sighed and lit some imag

In the end, Eithan decided not to contact his former schoolmates. His reason was out of pettiness, or a sort of skewed excuse. He didn't want anyone prying into his business after saying his condolences. Since he just suddenly transferred and to another city at that, people who knew him would be bound to be curious. And he didn't want to think of what they would ask him if ever the topic strays to him. Since the heavier matter right now was Cloe Hadid's sudden death, let it stay as the focus of attention. He didn't want even the tiniest piece of this hot potato.It was the morning of the next day, and he was in the nearby mall, specifically inside a courier shop. Wearing an outfit which was almost the same with yesterday's, except the color of his long sleeve shirt was now black, he went to the side where paper, pen, and envelopes could be bought. After getting himself one of each, he found himself a vacant space on the nearby table and then began writing. Halfway, he heard the system

When he returned, the woman had already finished her own food. Actually, one of the waiters was already there, clearing the table. Eithan sat down with a poker face. His face showing that if weren't for her person manning the only entrance and exit of the place, he should be gone already. Shortly, when they were the only ones left at the table, he opened his mouth to ask,"What now, Miss?"Irene met his inquiring gaze and asked back,"I will be direct to the point. I am very curious about how you managed to recognize that I am merely acting yesterday..."He answered indifferently, no more expecting for this troublesome woman to remember that she had yet to introduce herself."Does it really matter? I don't get why that worked you up, but can't you just assume that I only did it by chance?"She was only silent for a few moments before replying,"I don't know why. But I'm having a gut feeling that it's not... Though I did consider that

In a village south of Alina City. Specifically within a small hut built under the shades of three tall acacia trees.The singing of cicadas from the outside temporarily stopped as faint sounds of footsteps coming from a single person graced the night. Through the thick grey clouds, the waning moon had hidden itself from the world thus no amount of moonlight peeked through the slightly open window of the only room of the hut.It was the devil's hour.In folklore, this time frame was also called the witching hour.There had been numerous ghost talks and stories rumored to always happen within this span of time, in between 3:00 am to 3:59 am. It was the time of the night associated with supernatural events. In stories, this would be when witches, demons, and ghosts were thought to appear and to be at their most powerful.Of course, many science believers vetoed this idea and labeled it as some sort of hoax passed down by witch hunters around the year