My Werewolf Prince Charming のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The library was a large, elegant place that was a bookworm's dream come true. Shelves after shelves of books, from all topics that one could think of were gracing those layers of strong mahogany wood. However, the first impression Roselle got from this place that it was awfully silent. It was so still that the sounds of her gown brushing against the beautifully polished wooden floor and her quiet steps seemed to vibrate extra loud in her ears. Thus, walking through this place made her feel a little uneasy. However, as beggars cannot be choosers, she decided to go ahead and stroll through the place.As she slowly walked, her eyes were not idle. Looking around, Roselle's observant gaze fell on the large sturdy table that was placed in the middle and the first thing that came to her mind was Romeo. His face, his eyes, his voice and his kisses. He had kissed her so hard as she sat on top of that very table.The memory was so vivid in her mind that she started to feel hot. She wanted him t

Her lips parted at the sight that laid before her. A dungeon? What on earth?The place was surprisingly very large that her lamp was not enough to light up the ceiling or the far end of whatever this place was.And then, she suddenly stiffened. She had the prickling feeling that something or someone else was down here together with her. There was a living, breathing presence in this place. Something, no, someone was here.Roselle was frozen still. She could sense something dark. A shadowy coiled energy pulsating with quiet and deadly power was making her shiver violently.She knew she should run before it was too late. But why did she suddenly pictured Romeo's face in her mind? This quiet and dark power… why did it feel so familiar? That's right, she once felt something close to this same sensation towards Romeo before. What she was feeling right now was far more intense, but it still strongly reminded her of Romeo. Why was that so? This was getting so strange.Suddenly, Roselle remem

Elijah had bustled about serving Roselle a cup of warm tea from a flask as Zolan draped a thick blanket over her shoulders to warm her up, obviously prepared for her as they found her outer gown having been discarded at the library door to indicate her presence there. After a long while and with the help of the warming tea and thick comforting blanket, Roselle was breathing fine again. However, she was still dazed from the earlier encounter and attempting to get control of herself, in trying to make sense of all the things she had seen and everything that had happened. Her hands were still shaking lightly but her mind was clearer now.When she finally lifted her face to look at the men who were surrounding her, Elijah knelt before her. His face showed how worried he was over her condition. "Are you alright now, My Lady? Is there anything that I can get for you? Are you hurting anywhere?" he fussed about her like a mother hen and Roselle could tell just how much the butler had feared fo

"No, Princess!" Three of the men shouted simultaneously. "That will not do! You can't possibly do that!" Their eyes were bulging out of their sockets, totally shaken at the sudden statement that the princess had made. Just the mere thought of what Roselle just said earlier caused another round of shivers to wreck through their bodies. No! They absolutely must not let it happen.Pressing his fingers to his already throbbing temples, Zolan stood and blocked Roselle's way. "We can never let you do that. Wait here, My Lady. Levy and Luc will definitely be able to find and bring a human girl here before midnight."Roselle shook her head. "That's still half a day away, Zolan. That means it is another half a day that Romeo need to suffer… It's alright. I can handle it –" she looked up at Zolan and smiled reassuringly."No. Please. His Highness will never forgive himself if he accidentally kills you in the process." Zolan needed to use whatever angle he could to stop this. "Not to mention how

Roselle could feel a sudden puff of air brush past the tender skin of her neck. Then there were a few short snuffles as a nose nuzzled against her neck as her scent was being deeply drawn in. Terror was a logical reaction Roselle should feel first and foremost at this point. A normal human would scream and trash about with mind-numbing fear. No one would blame her if she had gone down this route. She had imagined doing these exact things every time she thought of the possibility when a Werewolf would one day try to eat her alive or suck her blood. She remembered it was the biggest fear every human girl had back in the human empire. And she was not an exception – until now.However, the funny thing that is happening is, now that she is about to experience it in reality, Roselle did neither of the actions she had imagined she would do. She did not trash about in the hopes to escape him nor did she scream in terror at the top of her lungs asking for help.She would not deny that her heart