Todos los capítulos de Flirting With The Werewolf!: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The flames of anger had been ignited. The young police officer clenched his fists tightly under the table, the veins on his hand bulging against the sunlight.Despite his smile, his facial muscles twitched with fury. He took several deep breaths before speaking in a condescending tone: "But you have nothing to show for it. Instead, you landed yourself in jail. The goddess you dreamed of was easily conquered by someone you deemed unworthy.""What did you say?" Lloyd tightened his fists, squinting his eyes and scowling: "You're just trying to provoke me, you worthless piece of garbage."The anger within him rose to a seven out of ten. Lloyd sneered, crossing his legs at a right angle and belittling the man in front of him: "You have nothing on me. Get out.""I just want to have a man-to-man conversation with you." the man in the vest casually interlocked his ten fingers into a pyramid shape.He smiled, his voice still calm: "You see, your future is bleak, and you'll still be in jail for

Thief walked through the thick fog, stepping on dry leaves, broken bones, and sometimes slipping on pieces of rotting flesh. It was desolate and bleak. Suddenly, she tripped over a fresh corpse.It was an old woman, her hands stretched upwards like two Big Bang tree branches, already dead and withered. Her cloudy eyes were covered with white scales that wouldn't close, even in death.Parker knelt down to help the woman's eyes closed, feeling the sticky sensation of her fingers like dissolved sugar.There were worm beetles crawling on the wrinkled face. The scene was lively.The crowd gathered and huddled together like a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. They showed a mix of fear, excitement, and even fake smiles.The noise of their chatter was like needles pricking Parker's skin.She tried to push the crowd away, but the red wedding dress she wore was wrapped in a plastic bag. A bag full of meat. The horror spread quickly, and the crowd scattered in a panic.Parker held up a piece of red

It's been two weeks since Rosabella Swara returned to the pet shop. Her body was full of bruises from beating, gray eyes with deep despair for her tragic fate, dry lips lacking vitality, pale skin from food without any nutrition. She looked sick without a hint, looking like a zombie in a shabby suit.The door of the pet shop suddenly opened, and the bell rang and it was silent again as if it had closed. A faint yellow light shone on the rusty iron frames of the iron cages. Inside, there are countless lives like Rosabella, all of them with chains on their necks, which is to distinguish and recognize that they are human beings, born simply as pets of ghosts and vampires.A tall man came in, dressed in a black suit with delicate ironing. The black hair is slicked with glue. The white porcelain skin, the blue eyes, the thick eyebrows, and the towering nose are perfect. At first glance, nobody can guess how old he is, because he has the mature look of the man he's been through, the gentle

Panic in the eyes instead of fear and reservation.He lost his temper for a few seconds, and Jade Susan regained his cool, nodding his head…Attitudes towards acquaintances?You're such a good boy.Alva Helen came one step at a time. Look. her fragile appearance in front of meMaybe it's because it's windy in the mountains.n Jade tied her long hair lightly. In the future, I'll add a little bit of me or a little bit of respect to my pretty face.Don't get too close to me. Stand away from me. About five steps.If you look at the picture, It's easy to understand, but now it's over. It's a pretty unique iconography, but the more you look at Al, the more you look at him, the more you look at Al. And Helen felt something was wrong.Many paintings can deceive the eyes. If you look at it from an angle, you can feel it. It's different. Through Jade Staphene, Alva Helen observed two different nuances. It's the same. On the one hand, it depicts a magnificent mountain scene, but the color coordin

The pitch-black color that covered everything was like black snakes slithering on the ground, crawling in every inch within ten meters of the body.That terrifying feeling of coldness crept into the crime scene, trying to penetrate Parker's skin and run down her spine to her brain.Parker's hair stood on end.As a criminal profiling expert, Parker had witnessed countless gruesome and violent crime scenes.Among them were skinning, amputation, dismemberment, and even torture to death.She had experienced the desperation and fear of countless people.But this pure fear, she had only encountered it twice: at the massacre site in the south and the concentration camp in Auschwitz.It was clear that the old man's death was not simply caused by being strangled or drowning.Harmony returned, calling Parker's name as she was lost in thought.Relief washed over Parker's face as if a burden had been lifted.A black strand of hair stuck to her pale face, and the contrast of black on white made he