Webs of Dark Passion のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

I stand in the forest, ignoring the pangs of fear raging in my heart. I shouldn't be here. I know that but that doesn't mean that I'm going to leave this forest.At least, not until I get what I want.What do I want? If only it's as simple as that. If only I can say it. I want Derek to love me. And based on the magic book that my master mustn't know I read, I need to summon Derek's name in the middle of the night and give his soul the water I've already poured the ashes of the inseparable love chants into.I can't do that in my hostel, not with three girls sleeping in the bedroom with me. That explains my fearless sojourn in the dense forest even though my heart is threatening to jump out through my mouth.I place the bottle with the ashes water on the ground and tie the red sash around my waist. I look at the moon as it symbolizes oneness. It's the same moon shining over me that is above Derek. What better way to draw his soul towards me than that?“Derek!” I scream as loud as I can,

She trusts too much.I scream as I watch her from the shadows, hoping she will change her mind about drinking that tea. It has been poisoned and she has no idea of it.She pauses and I heave out a sigh of relief, grateful she has good intuition after all. I can't count the number of times I've saved her from harm, even from herself.I may be her guardian angel but that doesn't mean I won't appreciate it if she makes my work easier.“Don't you want the tea again?” Her friend who poisoned her tea asks, watching her intently. “I went through a lot to get that for you.”Of course, she did. I roll my eyes. I could have cursed her but as an angel, I can't.Amara smiles at her devilish friend. “Thank you, Jo. It smells nice too.”“I'm sure it tastes better.” Jo grins, gesturing to her to drink the tea.“No!” I scream again, hating that she can't hear me.None of the humans can.She is about to ruin my life if she drinks that tea and dies. I've always wanted to be promoted and my assignment i

“Don't go down there. It's risky!” The tour guide tells us but I'm not listening.I walk deeper into the woods, getting far away from my colleagues. My heart sings with dread and anticipation.I should go back. My brain screams at me to get back to safety and join the rest of the tour team but my heart wills my legs to keep moving.What is the point of adventure when you are afraid to take risks?Go back, Jade. My subconscious warns, reminding me of the tour guide's words that no one goes down to these parts of the mountains. It's dangerous but I doubt that. Why is only a part of the mountains dangerous and not all? I need to know why only a part is risky. If the mountains are dangerous, tourists wouldn't be allowed at all. I feel like there is a secret being guarded in the mountains and it's my duty to find out what it is and tell the rest of the world.I walk gently on the slopes and make my way down. I'm far gone now and can't hear the others I was travelling with even if I have s

“Your highness, she is awake.” Samin says while we take an afternoon stroll.I pause, trying not to act as excited as I feel. It's been four days that I've found her and she has been unconscious since. I've wondered a lot about who she was, where she was from and how she got injured. I've built so much imagination about who she is that I can't stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her before I fall deeper in delusion.Samin notices the blush on my face. “You are falling for her already, your highness.” I scowl, hating that he is too observant for his own good. “You talk as if I fall in love quickly.” I snort.“Don't you, your highness?” He smirks.“You are too cheeky for your own good.” I scowl.“Apologies, your highness.” He says but it's obvious that he doesn't mean it.He doesn't fear me and that is how I want it. My life is miserable enough to have my servants cowering in fear in my presence and running from me.“Should I check on her?” I ask after a few seconds

My name is Bianca and I'm an assistant chef. However, my boss will disagree about me calling myself a chef. He says that I'm nothing but a kitchen disaster because nothing I ever cook in his restaurant tastes right.If the food doesn't lack pepper, it has too much salt. Sometimes, I boil what I'm meant to fry. And then the result is that I waste food more than any of the kitchen staff, a feat my boss doesn't hesitate to remove from my monthly salary.Sometimes, I look at my salary and wonder why I'm still here working at the restaurant. With the way I struggle to make ends meet after every month, the logical move would be to resign and find a better job but I won't resign. The answer isn’t far-fetched.I know the answer. It's the reason my food tastes bad even though I'm an excellent cook at home and in the past seven years I've been working as a chef before I started working for Richard.Yep. That's right. I've said it.My boss is the reason all the meals I've cooked since I got emp