Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Sweetheart From the Stars: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

—Klein. "Actually, there’s no need to fire me...I already fired myself, you piece of unrecyclable garbage," I spat at my boss before storming out of his office, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the walls. Honestly, he’d been getting on my nerves since about 30 minutes ago when I was employed, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to last long here. In a way, he just made it easier for me, so I suppose I should thank him for saving me the trouble. The frustration etched across his face as I left gave me a sense of satisfaction—proof that, in my own way, I’d gotten the last word. Well... My name's Klein, a freshly jobless graduate, thanks to my 'wonderful' talent for picking shitty bosses. For now, I still live with my parents under the strict agreement that I’ll move out as soon as I find a stable job. Why the arrangement, you ask? Because I’m a troublemaker, plain and simple. If you’re wondering whether this is the tenth job I’ve quit or been fired from, well… even I’v

—Klein. I ignored Mr. Alvarez's question because, frankly, I had no idea what kind of answer he was expecting. Instead, I asked, "What are you doing in the forest?" No reply. I raised an eyebrow. Seriously? Was he ignoring me? His cold expression was obvious on his face. I swallowed the urge to tell him life wasn’t meant to be lived in a permanent state of frostbite. A bit of warmth wouldn’t kill him. "We’re not in the office, alright?. Out here, we’re just people. Friends, maybe?" I grinned and gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. His eyes sharpened like daggers, and he tilted his head slightly. "Did you just speak casually to me?" I stifled a laugh. He’s adorable. Not that I’d say it out loud and risk being killed by one of his glares. "Sorry, sir," I said, pressing my lips together to keep myself from laughing. "And thank you, by the way, for whatever magic trick you pulled. I really appreciate not getting beaten up by my chasers." He remained silent, his face a

—Klein.It felt like I was dreaming, but the voices around me were loud and clear, though they made no sense. "I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve never seen anything like this. Your son isn’t breathing, and we can’t feel any pulse. There’s no way to know if he’s alive or has a chance of survival. I know this is hard, but… there’s nothing we can do. We can only do the proclamation...Your son is dead."Dead? That word echoed in the darkness around me, heavy and final. I heard my mother’s voice rise sharply, shaking with disbelief and desperation. "What do you mean dead? He can’t be!"I wanted to answer, to tell her I wasn’t gone, but I couldn’t. Everything was dark. I couldn’t move, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel. Just... stiff.Wasn’t it strange? How could I be dead if I could hear them?I’m no science expert, but isn’t this the part of death where my brain has four minutes before it finally shuts down?No. Please, no.Simon owes me a couple of bucks—me dying might actually make him feel like h

—Klein."Too much sugar!" That made ten times. Ten fucking times I’d made coffee for Silvio Alvarez, and each time, there was something wrong with it. The first cup was too bitter, the second too hot, the third too cold. Now? I had no idea what he wanted, and frankly, I didn’t care anymore. What I did want was to lovingly smash my fist into his smug face and hear the satisfying crack of his jawbone dislocating. But was I going to do that? Of course not.“Yes, sir,” I forced out through gritted teeth, grabbing the mug and shooting him a glare before turning around and walking away.Ever since arriving at work this morning, he’d been an ass. Not that he wasn’t always an ass, though.We’d come to work together, and I’d tried to get some answers, specifically, why I’d woken up at his place and how I had even ended up there. His explanation? That I’d gone to him on my own. But that didn’t sit right with me. I had absolutely no memory of going to his house. The last thing I clearly remem

—SILVIOI sensed him before I saw him. Leaning against the doorframe like a curious child, Klein thought he was being discreet. He wasn’t. His heartbeat was steady, sharp, and fast. I shifted my focus away from the door and shot Luhnax a glare. He immediately lowered his gaze to the floor, his jaw tightening and his fists clenching. From our last conversation, I knew he was agitated about Klein’s presence, but he’d left after I assured him I had everything under control. He was confused, I knew that much, but he had no choice but to believe me. But his visit this time couldn’t have been worse. I had been changing into a new shirt when he appeared, and I saw the flicker of realization in his eyes. His gaze remained locked on the small, dark scar just below my shoulder.I quickly slipped on the shirt and turned to face him properly, “What’s the emergency?” I asked, making my way to my desk. I buttoned my shirt casually, leaving a few of the upper buttons undone.I watched as Luhna