Chapter Eugene Novels & Stories

Mica didn't understand what Eugene was trying to do, but in a solemn place like this ancestral church, Eugene probably couldn't do anything bad. She walked in, the lights in the room were on, candles were burning in front of the tablet, and the whole room was filled with the smell of sandalwood, clean and pleasant. Eugene placed a cushion under his knees, his phoenix eyes stared intently, covering his amber pupils, he lit incense to worship his ancestors. Hearing footsteps, Eugene solemnly bowed his head one last time. He stood up and turned to look at Mica standing at the door. He calmly smiled, his voice was very gentle: "Mica, do you remember the last time we met?"

At the far end stood what looked like a massive radio tower, compressed down to fit in the underground space. "This is it," I breathed. "This is where Eugene worked. Where he built the prototype." "Then let's find what we came for," Fabian said, but his voice was tight. "This place feels wrong." He was right. The air down here wasn't just cold, it was oppressive. Like the weight of centuries pressing down on us. Like we were standing in a tomb that didn't want visitors. I went straight for the section labeled Augustus-Gustav Research Archives. The shelves here were organized, almost obsessively so. Eugene had been meticulous in his record-keeping.

Wendy had a frown as she asked him, "Are you that junior general that the b*stard Quintus mentioned?" Eugene took a step forward and cupped his hands in a polite gesture while saying, "Yes, I'm his cousin. It would've been fine if you didn't want to cooperate with my cousin in the contract, but it wasn't necessary for you to beat him up, make him kneel, demand an apology from him, and kill one of their family's strong men. I will have to stand up for my family!"

I still had no idea where the hell I was or what this place was. "Ahh, just in time," "Eugene, what treats do you have for us today?" Eugene opened the gate with two buckets in one hand. A chair with straps attached to the arms and legs in the other. He set down the chair and buckets and then walked towards me. His eyes were emotionless as he approached me. I tried to move away, but all the effort was pointless. So I steeled my expression and stared him down as he gripped my arm and yanked me upwards.

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The design of the study was both antique and elegant, with a solemn and dignified atmosphere, which was quite impressive to me. "Have a seat for a while, I'll go take a shower," Eugen said to me. I nodded and played with Spring, who was really adorable and surprisingly well-behaved. After a short while, Mr. Eugen came out. He had just finished bathing and was dressed less formally than before. The top three buttons of his clothes were unbuttoned, revealing Mr. Eugen's muscular chest. There was still some moisture on his body, and his hair was casually scattered, softening his overall appearance and adding a touch of casual sexiness. I blushed and almost couldn't dare to look at Mr. Eugen. I

The doors of the living room creaked open and with my eye still on her i said, "I'm always a man with a plan b," "Cassius I'm here," Eugene, a middle age member of the Grand alpha's council that always knew that the seat was meant to be mine and unlike the others he did not allow himself to be swayed by the crowd that stepped behind my brother once he returned from the war. "Good timing... Scarlet..."I looked towards her and she was staring intensely at Eugene as if she was trying to place his face somewhere. Well it's possible she's seen him before, moving about the pack house.

He knew so well that she was more advanced than he was, age-wise, academically, and financially, but he was actually and really bent on making things work out between them, and he was willing, ever ready to try. Eugene would be described as someone who talks less. He never has much to say, even in the midst of people he is comfortable with. He'd rather bury his thoughts in his head than voice them, except on rare occasions when he has no other option than to open up. Just like a few hours ago when he had sent all that was in his head to her. He just wanted to apologize because he was an overthinker, and he hates overthinking things and situations around him.

Eugene stated and he turned to leave much to Pauline's horror as that meant he was going to follow through with his word. “Eugene, please,” she called as she followed him. “My decision is final, Pauline,” Eugene deadpanned. ****