Novel & Cerita Angelika Frankenstein Makes Her Match

His chest began to heave as he stared down at me, and it was clear that he was fighting the desire that was now threatening to take over, as he took in a deep breath and said to me, “The two of us are going to have a talk.” A chuckle comes from my lips before I could stop it, because if he thought that I was going to continue this conversation with him for one minute, he was nuts. But then he says to me, “I accept you Angelica Knight as my mate.” Making the chuckle come to a halt, as a warm sensation began to take over my body, like a heatwave.

“That's because you haven't found someone that makes your heart thump harder, someone that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.” “Yuck, you are such a girl.” Jules twisted his mouth as he stared at his brother. “Janice!” Jules watched as Maggie and the named girl hugged each other enthusiastically. It was obvious they were more than acquaintances. “I thought you weren't interested in coming!” Maggie hollered, even as they were close to each other. “Please.” Janice did an eye roll and continued. “Why would I miss a wedding I matched?” So, she was a matchmaker. Jules made an interesting observation as his eyes drank in her feature.

Alessa revisited Dante and asked him to help with her makeup. Help her look less like herself again. Just because she was going into shark-infested water didn’t mean she was going to go with open wounds. Dante did his thing and turned Alice 2.0 into Alice 3.0. Her hair was even lighter now, her eyebrows a different shape, and her nose and chin smaller, thanks to the contour. Her dress was a simple white floral print. Hopefully, all of this will confuse Frank even more.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Her smile froze as a shooting pain shook her entire brain. The scenario was vaguely familiar to her, and a familiar voice called out to her—giddily, “Anna, let’s play!” There was no face that came with the echoing voice. Only a reply from someone. Someone that sounds very much like her, but younger and… livelier. “Coming, Felisia!” “Anna? Anna? Hey, girl, you good?” She returned with Rica violently shrugging her shoulders. She blinks, rapidly, as fast as her heartbeat, staring at Rica. Spacing out. She was spacing out. “What happened?”

I can still feel the bond between us, and that means she is still alive. She is mine… and she will remain mine forever, even if I reject her. Knocks on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Ivan entered first and bowed respectfully before speaking seriously. "King Alexander, we found no trace of her… it is as if she vanished completely from the lands of Malifrik." Rage ignited inside me, and I slammed my fist against the desk violently. "Bring me the redhead immediately." Ivan disappeared from in front of me at once, and only moments later he returned accompanied by the redhead and Zack. They all bowed before me while the redhead avoided looking at me.

“Is there something else that needs my attention?’ Nicholas asked while his eyes roamed across the room beneath him, looking at the hall filled with werewolves from different kinds of people, but his eyes were fixated on three people. Lester Fangs, Victoria Fangs, and another person who had been walking around the place, socializing just like how a normal visitor would. “Ahh yes, it seems that the youngsters had wanted to explore the mansion, they wanted to go to the place where the Young Miss was but the servants were quick witted and stopped them before they could disrupt the Miss’ rest. And amongst the crowd was that Victoria, the servants particularly said that she must have seen the Mis

Sebastian’s POV “Lilith.” Her lips formed a smile, but this smile was a cruel one. “You recognize me.” She said amidst her smile, and I nearly collapsed. Here I was in the same place with my father’s sister, my aunt, who had died even before I was born. She was clearly and visibly standing right in front of me, carrying a mask that was forbidden and was used only by witches who were all killed after the Alpha god was imprisoned. “You’re supposed to be dead. How are you alive? “ I whispered

He had seen the atrocities of the elves experimenting with these poor creatures with mixed blood of a shifter and an elf. Everyone held their breath when Alfreda Herfst was called. But they were dismayed to see the lady wearing a cloak with a mask, only showing her emerald eyes. “That’s Mala…I’m sure of it.” Attisha pointed to the girl on the battleground. She was teary-eyed as she looked at Seti beside her.

I hope she isn’t sick, and that her memory is somewhat improved. I’d really like to get on with our lives again. I watch in horror as her face twists and contorts. Kicking off her shoes, she dashes from the front door in a way antagonistic enough for me to know she isn’t coming in for a hug. I dive out of the way. Angelica misses me by inches. “YOU PROMISED!!” she screams at Atlas as she continues to dive at me. He is holding her back but just barely as her fingers curl and her long painted nails threaten to slice my face.