CUPID'S DARN CURSE. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

🦋 PROFESSOR MATTEO 🦋I had lost control before I knew it.For eons, the mere sight of blood has barely been my problem, working in an academy were stupid children play stupid games, I couldn’t avoid the sight of blood, so I grew, learning how to not have a weakness, how to control my weakness, but all those years of lesson, somehow flew out of closed windows when she rush through that door.With the number of unhealthy times she keeps appearing in front of me, I’m beginning to think she’s craving for death. Why won’t she remain at one place?I can hear her heart beating very fast, see her veins pumping, and more importantly, I can smell her blood.Blood.Blood.“It’s blood…” I can barely hear my own voice as I breathe through my lips.Slowly, my eyes meet the spot as blood drizzles from her neck, flowing down her collarbone. Now I can hear and see her neck veins pumping loudly as I take slow steps towards her.“Just one bite…”“One drop…”“I’m dying to get a taste…”“It’s so red, so

🦋 CATALINA 🦋I slump my shoulders, dragging my feet on the ground as I follow behind the girls to the school cafeteria.“Shouldn’t you be in Professor Matteo’s office, winning his hatred?” Tamara blurts out, glancing at me. “You said you don’t have much time.”“You mean grabbing his dick,” Nabi corrects, wheezing.“I need enough strength to attempt such a suicide mission." I retort, pushing my legs forward I walk past them.We reach a bench, and we all sit, facing each other, “I’ll get the meal,” Nabi offers, and the girls simply nod at her while I bump my head on the table in frustration.“Stop doing that!” Yumeko growls, focusing more on her phone than her surroundings.Nabi returns shortly after with a large tray containing four plates of food and drinks, and she calmly sets it down, professionally.“Did you ever work in a restaurant as a waitress?” Tamara asks, grinning ear to ear.“Is it obvious?” Nabi responds, holding up the tray to showcase her talent. “What do you think, Ca

🦋 CATALINA 🦋I feel like I’m living my life in a game, a game with multiple levels. From easy to hard, then difficult. As soon as I escape one level, I find myself in another level far more difficult than the last one.I take slow, anxious steps home, constantly looking over my shoulders. Full moons should be banned by the government.“I won’t die today,” I say to myself, breathing heavily.“I’ve been in this city for a while now, and I’m still not dead, that means something, right?”I won’t die. I can’t die.I have a lot to prove to my mother, who cares about nothing but herself, who thinks I can’t survive alone. Thanks to her lack of empathy, I’m making sure I survive in this world to prove her wrong.The full moon shines brightly in the sky, and, suddenly, my necklace begins to glow, awesome. I know exactly what that means.I am dead.I turn around, this time, not turning to check if anyone was behind me because I know it/he is behind me, but because I’m tired of running. I don’t

🦋 NEVAN 🦋I find myself replaying videos of Catalina; it’s like I live in a world that circles her. Now it’s rarely about the big moment she finally goes naked, it’s the small, unconscious movement that pulls the air out of my lungs.I start to notice the things that weren’t the point of the video when it was filmed, the way her eyes crinkle a split second before she actually laughs. The specific pitch of her voice that I can’t quite hear in my head anymore without replaying videos of her I’ve obtained illegally.Damn, those lips. I want them on me, physically.I’ve replayed the same two-second clip fifty times to watch her part those lips again and again. I bet they are warm.I am going crazy, growing tired of having to see and feel her on camera. I want the real thing, and after years of stalking her entire existence, I’m getting nowhere; she flat-out ignores me like I don’t exist. Obviously, being in her shadow and taking my time to get what I want isn’t going well for me.The ai

🦋 CATALINA 🦋The shift is instantaneous and total. One moment, Corvin is standing in the shadows; the next, he is an ancient, predatory force that makes the very foundation of the house seem to tremble.This isn’t just anger; it is the awakening of something dominant for centuries, a hunger and a hatred fused into a single, lethal intent.His irises don’t just change color; they dissolve. The rich, heterochromic blue and green eyes I first saw on the screen that caught my attention are swallowed by a void of absolute, ink-black. There is no reflection in them, no spark, no light, only an endless, hungry darkness that seems to pull the light from the room.A cold, oppressive weight settles over the space. It feels like the atmospheric pressure has tripled in a heartbeat. The shadows in the corner of the room begin to bleed outward, lengthening and twisting as if responding to his pulse. His body becomes a masterpiece of lethal tension, his skin paled to the color of the moonlight on