บททั้งหมดของ Her Men Of Ruin: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Yule city, Yule country.Yule National School of Dance.“Your project lacks the emotions required for such a heart-friendly piece, Miss Litotes. Dance that to a person with cardiac arrest and they could die. You need to wield passionate and subtle feelings when portraying a swan-like character, which is something you do not seem to possess. Stiff movements are meant for robotic showcases, not ballet or contemporary dances. You should have learned more about that instead of focusing on technique. You are dismissed. Next person.”Eighty, or less than eighty words, yet they carry such venom that stabs Heaven’s heart like a blade.She bites her lower lips to stop herself from bursting into tears, yet that doesn’t help as she grabs her bag and hurries out, slamming the classroom door behind her.She squeezes through the crowded corridor as bursts of laughter echo in her head. The laughter is the mockeries of the demons that began dwelling with her since the night her parents died, that hav

“I knew you would change your mind, Heaven,” he says when he reaches her, stretching his right hand out to her, “though I thought you’d be crying.”Heaven snaps out of her daze, accepts the hand, and covertly turns it to the back—just to make sure he has no scar on that hand. There’s none, thankfully. “Why?” she ask while standing up.“About the breakup, and… your friend?”Heaven huffs. “I’ve cried all my tears at fourteen. I have no more.”Ziason’s gaze is quite enthralling as he stares down at her, a dark shade swirling around his narrowed eyes.He has to move away from her front for her to pass. But now she can’t since he has occupied her entrance, his body even shielding her from the lashes of rain that were once attacking her.“You are a strong one, Heaven Litotes, it’s why I picked you for this job.”He even knows her full name.“For how long have you been investigating me?” Heaven queries while squinting her eyes at the man. She senses he has been watching her. Because how the

She quickly shakes the feeling off with a question, “Does she listen to instructions?”Ziason nods. “Very well.”“And her mother?”“She left me with Kaicha and left.”“She wasn’t prepared for motherhood, eh?”Ziason shrugs. “I will have her maid bring food for you as well. The maid will also prepare your bath and every other thing you may need.”“Is this the last time I’ll see you for a while?” Heaven asks. She doesn’t know why she did, but, for some reason, she feels bad at the thought that she may not see Ziason again for a long time.“I come by the tower often,” Ziason replies, “you will see more of me.”That is the most positive answer Heaven has gotten today, and a refreshing feeling of filtered delight courses through her at the thought that of seeing Ziason often. “So, will you show me where the dance practice room is?” she asks with eyes rounded by joy.“The ballroom, you mean? It’s on the floor before the ground floor. Come.”The two adults board the stairs again. That’s whe

Ziason halts in front of Heaven, lazily looking down at her. This time, his eyes are dark red, and his wet hair falling flat over his forehead and lashes does something overwhelming beneath Heaven’s stomach. It’s not fear. Heaven can’t decipher what the hell it is either. All she knows is it isn’t a good feeling.“In case of next time, Heaven, remember to say Alpha,” he notes in disgruntlement. “Besides, I would like to know how I cheated you. The content of that contract has no business with whether I reveal my identity or not, especially if I pretend I don’t know the things I do about you.” Ziason’s one step covers the gap between he and Heaven. Now he gives her no breathing space as brings his face down to hers with a whisper. “If I should sue you for refusing to adhere the contract, your life would be totally ruined on the outside world, and to hell will I make sure you do not have a place in this world either.”Stunned, Heaven blinks rapidly, her chest and shoulders rising with

Wolf Kingdom.Tribalan Pack.They say the Tribalan tribe of the wolf kingdom flourishes in all things. But one most exceptionally notable is their beauty. Their ethereal appearances crawl from meager maids to the Alpha. From kids to adults. From a males to females. All skin types. All genetic inheritances. All body shapes.Even now, the banquet hall screams of beauty as several maids in satin robes swiftly move about to set the table.Through the large, open door, a man steps into the hall, clad in a neatly-pressed brown suit, his polished black shoes complementing the glimmers of the diamond signet ring on his left index finger.Without knowing it, he fists his fingers, his hands stiff at his sides and his chin held high as his gray eyes scan the hall.The maids, who once graced the hall with their elegant movements, quickly lose their composure on the sight of him. They giggle and point fingers. Some whisper among themselves.The man notices these gestures, but never meets gazes w