Semua Bab PRETTY DEVILS : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Author's POV Pearl's bright blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she chatted about her aversion to bugs. "Oh, I thought something was on my hair. I really don't like bugs, especially spiders, but I do love ladybugs and butterflies because they are cute, unlike the rest of the bugs," she said, her slender fingers brushing against her curly brown hair.Eden's piercing blue eyes, with their golden centers, gleamed with mischief as he asked, "Really, you think ladybugs are cute?" His chiseled features seemed to hint at a subtle smile, but his expression remained neutral. Pearl's face lit up with a nod, her delicate features radiating enthusiasm. "Yeah, ain't they?"Eden's straight face was a picture of seriousness as he dropped a bombshell. "I don't know how cute they look when they feed on human brains," he said, his smooth voice devoid of emotion. Pearl's eyes dilated in shock, her porcelain skin paling slightly. "Huh?...they do that? Feed on human brains??" she stammered, her voice ba

As Eden gently backed Pearl towards her house, her slender body relaxed against his, her calm, steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm against his back. Despite the opportunity to utilize his super speed, Eden resisted the temptation, prioritizing Pearl's peaceful slumber over their timely arrival. The gentle sway of her body against his was oddly comforting, and he found himself savoring the intimate proximity.As they approached the house, Eden's piercing blue eyes scanned the darkened windows, noting that everyone was already asleep. The front door was locked, but the window remained open, a subtle invitation for Eden to enter. A soft sigh escaped his lips, his chiseled features set in a wry expression. "I guess I'll be breaking in," he murmured, his voice low and smooth.With Pearl still asleep on his back, Eden carefully made his way to the open window, his movements deliberate and silent. He hoisted himself up, Pearl's body secure against his, and slipped into the house, disappearing

Author's POV Abigail's bright eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as she began to explain the origins of the twin hunters. "Yes, the hunters originally were neither witches nor vampires," she said, her slender fingers gesturing emphatically. "They were just normal, ordinary human hunters. Weak, slow, and not that fearsome, but they have always hated vampires greatly, so they had a very powerful witch turn them into a weapon, the ultimate weapon to destroy vampires."As Abigail spoke, Kyle's piercing sapphire eyes listened intently, his chiseled features set in a thoughtful expression. His dark hair was perfectly messy, framing his handsome face. He stood tall, his 6ft3 frame towering over Abigail, but his eyes never left hers, drinking in every word."They were made into half-witches and half-vampire in the presence of the dark moon," Abigail continued, her voice low and mysterious. "They were never bitten by an actual vampire nor were they born a witch." Kyle's eyes widened, imp

Author's POV Inside his room, Eden sat on the edge of his bed, his movements economical and precise as he undressed himself, starting first with his shoes. The soft creak of the bed beneath him seemed to echo through the room, a subtle reminder of his presence. As he loosened the laces of his shoes, his mind began to wander, his thoughts drifting away to the human girl Pearl. A soft, enigmatic smile touched his lips as he remembered entering her room through the window, his dark hair mussed in a way that added to his rugged charm.He recalled laying her down on the bed, his piercing blue eyes watching her as she slept, his chiseled features relaxing into a warm, affable expression. Eden's gaze seemed to glaze over, his eyes losing focus as he remembered the peacefulness of Pearl's sleep. She looked so pretty, her bright blue eyes closed, her long, curly brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. The soft rise and fall of her chest seemed to mesmerize him, his eyes fixed on

Pearl's POVAs I stepped into the room, wrapped in a clean, white towel, my bright blue eyes sparkled with a sense of refreshment. My long, curly brown hair was a tangled mess, dripping with water from the shower. I walked straight to the makeup table, my bare feet making soft squelching sounds on the floor. Sitting down, I pulled out a portable hand dryer and a large comb from the drawer.Staring at the medium-sized mirror hung on the wall in front of me, I began to dry my hair carefully with the hand dryer. The warm air danced through my locks, sending droplets of water flying in all directions. As I worked, my slender fingers expertly navigated the tangles, smoothing out my hair into long, gently strands. The process took about 20 minutes, and when I was done, I stood up from the makeup table, feeling refreshed and revitalized.I walked over to the wardrobe, my towel-clad body swaying slightly with each step. As I opened the doors, a wave of possibilities greeted me. I wasn't the t