บททั้งหมดของ The Queen Of All Vampire's Kings: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter Fifty One3rd POV."Nicholas, the King Of All Vampire's Kings, is hiding something." Whispers Cole Hunter, the Third, as he finishes the last content in the wine cup. He slams it down onto the table, not enough for it to break, but make a thud sound. He takes a stand and watch as Nicholas, the King Of All Vampire's Kings, walk away from his room. He is smiling on the outside, his own trick to keep his raging emotions at bay and at the same time, make it hard for any Vampire, recap: any Vampire, to use his facial expression to read his mind. He is an old Hunter and has learned many ways of causing difficulty in mind-reading for any Vampire. It is one of the reasons why he is the Hunters' king. He has learned what is needed to give the other supernatural lesser power over him, and oh, let us not even begin on the many of Werewolves and Vampires that he has captured over time and examined to know their weak spots and how to easily defeat them. One can say that is why he is able

Chapter Fifty Three.Anastasia's POV.In my room, I am back on the bed, lying on it. My face is positioned such that I can see the watch. The time is seven forty-eight. I should be dressed by now, but no, I am still on the bed, tired and fed up with those dreams. I don't know what is happening to me, which is the hardest part to deal with. People have dreams, nightmares, fine, but not just like that. I didn't watch any horror movies to begin with, nor did I face anything that would make my brain get fed by fear. I push myself up and go to the bathroom. Let's get ready for the day. Yes, I should, again, try to fight it from affecting my productivity.I get myself under the shower and as much as I have planned to take a quick shower, I failed at that. When I am done, it is after eight already. Figuring out that I don't actually care if I get late or not, at least one can be less productive at times, and it's not like I would be getting fired, I take myself to a seat in front of the mi

Chapter Fifty Five. Unedited.Anastasia's POV.The first questions that came to my mind at first. Is he crazy? Has he lost his mind? Wait, how the heck is that even possible? Is this some dream state I'm in again?I resort to blinking my eyes, again, which is for the seventh time now. There's a masculine figure at the window, on the other side, outside. My eyes are still unbelieving of what it is seeing. Here he is, Cole Hunter, in the flesh, hovering in the air without some rope or something of sort, keeping him in the air. I still can't believe my sight. When he smiles at me, I come to know that I've finally lost it. "Oh, God. I'm going psycho." I say to myself, my voice out loud, though. "No, you're not. I'm here, for real." He tells me and I squint my eyes at him. Because of the ray of sun, shining through, at his sides, my hands go to cover my face a bit so I can see him clearly. "What the fuck? You fly?" I mean, it's crazy. This is real world. And then, a thought drops

Chapter Fifty Seven.Nicholas's POV.I turn to the owner of the voice. My lips part, as my eyes squint. I think I know who this is, but I am not entirely sure. Trust me, my head is in a fuzzy state right now. "You seem familiar. Who are you?" I question. My tone reveals how surprised I am. The fact that she isn't even affected by my manipulation, which is clearly affecting other humans. And the moment she says, I know the answer to my why, "I'm Kyra, Anastasia's best friend." Kira is at work again, troubling me repeatedly. If she continues to go against me, I may do more than I am. "Now, tell me, what the fuck has happened to Anastasia?""She... collapsed," my voice is as calm as ever, also hypnotizing, but none of it is affecting Kyra, however. I scoff on the inside."Why?" She sounds pissed at me. "So, where are you taking her? To a hospital?" She is quick with her questions. I smirk, "I think all Miss Sanusi needs is a sleep, and I intend to allow her that luxury. She's overwork

Chapter Fifty Nine. Anastasia's POV.I have been awake for half an hour now, but it's as though I am locked inside my own consciousness. Then, a few minutes ago, I began to feel even more alive, but it still wasn't enough. However, this time around, I could hear the sounds of people breathing in the distance, the feelings that surge through their body. It's a lot of emotions, but somehow, I am more attracted to the strong ones. My empathy has been causing an internal distress for me that isn't being revealed medically. Suddenly, I can open my eyes, but my body remains locked in place. For some reasons, I feel no fear, instead I just remain calm and let things work out themselves. My breathing is back to normal. I cannot recognize the room that I'm inside. Wandering my eyes around the ceilings, I figured that this isn't my room. Then, shifting my face to the side, I see Kyra. She's resting her head on the side of the bed, seated on a chair next to me. I could hear her soft snores