บททั้งหมดของ Heir Of Angels: Stalking Vaelora Book 1: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Vaelora How couldn't they see those symbols? When I say 'they' I meant the bouncer and Andrew. It seems like the blue haired man could see it. I don't know how I know but judging by the mysterious way he looked at me—it makes me feel like he was surprised at how I could see the symbol. I watched as he walked back towards us. His eyes never left mine even as he whispered something to the bouncer. He gave me a dark smile before coming in front of the bouncer, his eyes were redder now. I noticed the colour wasn't normal. Probably, contact lense. "Let them in." "Yes, I will." Turning to face out, he said. "Pass." I don't know if I'm being paranoid but he looked like he was under a trance or something. Oh shit! There was something about this place that's making me go insane. First, I was drawn to it by this feeling that I will find my stalker here. What was I expecting? For someone to have stalked you for days on end, it means he is a psychos, right? And he must be dangerous

VAELORA POV I pushed the door to the storage room open, and stepped inside. For a moment, I thought there was no one in here. Looking around, I saw that there were only three or four window so high up and barred; faint street noise came through them, the sound of squeaking brakes and honking car horns were loud. The room smelled like dust and a heavy layer of paint meant for walls covered the floor as though it was splashed carelessly and marked by smeared shoe prints walking over them. There’s no one in here. I said inwardly. Then where could they have gone? Is there a secret passage somewhere? I looked around in bewilderment. I hugged my arms to prevent the cold in the room from sipping into my bones. I hate the cold. Despite the July heat out there, why was it so cold in here? My back was icy with sweat. I took a step forward, tangling my feet in the electrical wires. As careful as I thought I was, my snicker still got stuck and I had to bend down to free it from the cables

Vaelora's POV I held my hand over my mouth, trying not to make another noticeable sound. I needed to get out of here. Oh God! Scrambling to my feet, I kicked free of the electrical cables. Slowly, I began to back away, glad that none of them paid attention to me. Nyxen had reached Zane and was holding his arm, pulling at the sleeve, probably trying to get a good look at the wound. I turned to run and found my way blocked by Zane. I snapped my head to where I’d seen him standing, only to see Nyxen alone, glaring at me. I snapped my head again to my stalker. How did he manage to get in front of me that fast? What is he? My gaze swept past Zane and landed on the door. My escape. I pushed him aside and scrambled to the door, only to find my way blocked again, but this time by Xyrelle, whip in hand. The silver length of it was stained with dark fluid. She flicked it towards me, and my eyes widened when the end wrapped itself around my wrist and jerked tight. I gasped with pain and sur

Vaelora POV The fair king set aside his black sword, his sable cloak flowing behind him. His ginger locks covered his eyes, his handsome face cold with the rage of the fighting and war surrounding him, and “And his legs look like toothpicks,” I muttered to myself. I’m just opening my eyes for the first time this morning, and the first thing I see is this drawing. The morning sunlight bashed into my eyes from the open window, and I had to squint and groan at yet another day of a boring life. I sighed. Disengaging my eyes from the sun in all its glory, I met the drawing again. Something didn’t add up. I took the paper in my hand and stared with wide eyes at the image in the drawing. I couldn’t have drawn him, right? Shit, it wasn’t enough that I constantly drew symbols I knew nothing about, and now I started to draw my stalker, outlining every bit of him to near perfection. With yet another sigh, I tore the sheet from my sketch pad, crumpled it up, and tossed it against the

Vaelora POVI shook my head. “That’s what all this is all about? We’re going on a vacation?” I sank back against the cushion. “I don’t get the reason for the big announcement.” “You need to understand that… I meant we are all going on a vacation. Together. You, me, and Ric. Just like old times.” “What?” I propped my back up from the cushion so fast that Mum winced, looking worried. I glanced at Alaric, but he had his arms crossed over his chest and was staring at the wall, gnashing his teeth. I wondered what was upsetting him and at the same time, I was so mad at them springing this up on me that I didn’t care about his mood swings. I get it that they love the farmhouse and I do too, but that doesn’t give them the right to just wake up one morning and blow this on my face. Breathing in and out, I said calmly, “For how long?” “The rest of summer,” Mum said. “The rest of summer?” My eyes flared. “Yes, Vaelora.” Mum gestured to the cartons. “The empty boxes here are for you just in