Chel Vore Mga Nobela at Kwento

Such heinous scheming from such a pretty face. “Absolutely not,” I replied, waving a disgruntled hand at the air. “I’ve no idea what put that idea in your head. You know nothing of Chelver. It is a place full of cunning, murderous vampire cretins. Protecting you there would simply be asking far too much of me. It’s beyond my ability.”

EVE After what felt like an hour drive, we stopped in front of a black gate. The driver pressed a button on the center console of the car, causing the driveway in front of us to open up. Driving through, we were met with a half-roundabout where Alex then opened the car door and helped me out. Looking up, in front of me stood an incredibly large château. Unlike the museum, this house took on a contemporary style. The exterior had been covered in a layer of concrete while the lining of the house was a cream-like color with hints of black as well. Surrounding the entirety of the front was a perfectly manicured lawn with gravel trims on the left side while there were over-hanging trees and shrub

It rang twice before her chirpy voice filled my room. "Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence! Or, you know, her voice you lazy bum." I let out a weak laugh, the corners of my lips finally twitching upwards. "Hey, Chel. Sorry, I just... couldn't. My bed just had this magnetic pull this morning, you know? Like, it legitimately tried to swallow me whole." "More like you actively dove headfirst into the abyss of your duvet," she retorted, but I could hear the smile in her voice. "Anyway, your loss. We have a new drama unfolding, which, honestly, is way more interesting than any class we ever had."

I dragged you into this mess again. I called over one of my staff and gave quick instructions. “Kindly assist Mr. and Mrs. Velasquez. Make sure all their purchased paintings are delivered by tomorrow.” I turned to them one last time. “Thank you for supporting the orphanage. Your help means a lot. If you need anything else, my staff will be happy to assist. Have a nice evening.” I was about to turn and leave when Desmond’s hand gently clasped my arm. The touch sent shivers down my spine.