Novel & Cerita Frowned Upon In This Establishment

I caught a glimpse of Cynthia's expression out of the corner of my eye and saw that she was dumbfounded as well… However, she appeared more intrigued than angry about the situation. The best men were also watching me with interest, and there was a playful smile plastered on their faces. It appeared as though they were looking forward to what I was going to do next. But there was only one person who appeared to disapprove of what I was doing because he was frowning and staring at me, but I chose to ignore him and focus on the other people around me instead. Julian…

I wagered that many of these men had been turned before the Nightfall—blending in with the aristocracy, slowly increasing their numbers. “Do you like it here?” asked Salem. “No,” I said. “No? But this establishment offers such fine commodities.” He gestured to the women and men standing in sensuous poses along the walls, like mannequins in a shop. Unlike the patrons, they were not masked. Some were clothed; others were not. “Wouldn’t you like to join them?”

The stuffy odor of death, cold, mud and rotting leaves entered my nostrils, and made my stomach unsteady with queasiness. We walked up to the bouncers at the front, and as soon as they saw me, they stepped aside. Their sunken orbits looked my way with disgust, but I knew that they weren't brave enough to even hiss in my direction. So I smirked and walked passed them. We entered the building, and everyone took notice, like I expected them to. They parted and cleared the way to a booth area, where I noticed some of the other wolves hung about. We walked through the personal, custom-made path, and no one moved until me, Joshua and Deidran were comfortably seated.

He frowned. "Who are you?"

Eve called out and they all followed us. "Yeah, our stomachs have been filled with emptiness and worrisome because of you, A. And, you are ought to be the one to feed us. Gosh, I still have an extreme hungover from the party, last night." Francis let out in frustration and we just laughed at him. "Is your morning escapade have some more rooms for four adults?" We heard Mr. Seymour asked and they also are following us out of this building. "Well, hell, yeah! Include all the men in black, particularly, those that I have attacked. And also, Mr. Walker. It is a good day to rejoice and to be happy." Zavia answered her father joyfully as we have arrived at the parking lot.

The tall figure hidden in the crowd looked surprisingly aggrieved. Stella could not help but glare at him. “Stop acting pathetic and get out of my way!”

Why ha she done that to him? A frown formed on his face as he looked at Lucian. “I am very sory for whatever it is that you are doing. Forgive us for taking so much of your time. With l things been equal, this meeting has come to an end” The chief elder frowned as he brought the meeting to a close. Of course, it did not sit right with Lucian and his bride.

Fianceé I was amazed and watched immediately across the immense building in front of me. Well, the word 'huge' isn't enough to describe how big and beautiful a building is. I blow a heavy breath when I scan the front tag name of the establishment. It's 'FALCON INDUSTRIAL BUILDING' and it is written in all capital and bold letters.

I was very nervous and turned coward. His eyebrows frowned as he walks in. He looked a bit stressed and frustrated? Why? He looks troubled. When he put his stuffs on the desk he suddenly roam his gaze. He caught my gazr even though I was at the very end. When our eyes met, the expression on his face changed. He was still frowning but I saw a glint of darkness in his eyes. Damn! Why is he gazing like that? Someone might notice him. But I think I was the only one who saw that.

It is a frustrating realization that the fallout from past failures may be casting a shadow over my current endeavors. As the meeting progresses, I can't help but feel the weight of everyone's gaze fixated on me. The room feels suffocating, and with each glance exchanged, I sense an undercurrent of contempt and disdain. It is as if their expressions are a mirror reflecting back nothing but disapproval and disgust.