Lestat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

Reina said quietly. Now the four mature humans stood under the rain, Langit witnessed the cracks and loss of half the soul and trust of Green Elira Natusha, a woman he knew as an underachieving student, a woman he knew has a high social character, and the woman who has made him fell for her. "You must be Green, right? I'm Reina, are you sure you don't feel the need to hear anything from Alta? You came all the way from Jakarta to see him, right?" Reina asked Green who was completely reluctant to look at her and Alta.

Trent—the Head of Neurology—began to study the dark spot in Layla's brian. "Could you tell what it is? It hampered the patient's memory," Irene said. "It's almost certainly going to hamper her memory since it's positioned at the hippocampus," Dr. Trent replied. "My observation is that it's an inhibitor chip, but anything of the like is said to still be in development, be it domestic or foreign. Not many patients would have it implanted too… May I meet this patient?" Such a case was rare, and Dr. Trent was certainly eager to take Layla's case for his research and studies.

says Camilla, her perfectly manicured fingers making a circular movement around her stomach. “you’re hungry huh” asks Charlie. “yeah, you?, maybe we can go get something to eat” Camilla is a teacher, a lecturer to be specific, and Charlie always felt embarrassed walking with her, seeing her up in the classroom is enough for her, so with that thought in mind, Charlie walks away from her space and stalks toward the nearby grocery shop, “just a little bit of peace and quiet” she mutters under her breath, taking her already battered signature pink air pods and put it in her ears, she’s about putting the other in but she gets intercepted, already sensing the two huge pigs standing both beside he

“Shouldn’t Zara be here if you’re going to add a new prescription to her schedule?” “It’s not for Zara, Keller.” Estelle shakes the bottle and holds her arm out so I will take it. “It’s for you.” “I don’t need medication. I’m not sick.” I snatch the bottle out of her hand and hold it up to the light. Little round yellow tablets roll around the bottom. “I know you’re not trying to get me addicted to anything, so what is it?” “It’s not addictive. It’s an antidepressant called clomipramine.” Estelle looks at a sheet of paper on her desk and reads from it. “It’s a human drug that has been on the market for a long time. It’s used to treat OCD.”

She decided to sit for some time in front of the grave. "Minerva Moretti. 1972-2020. The best mother of the world." Myra touched that once. She sat there alone. She sent back Lily cause she wanted to have some time alone. "Hey, mama. I hope you are in the best place now. Away from pain and all. You are the best mom. I am your strong daughter mama."

Chapter 8 Hannah's POV The news of the annual corporate party hit the 12th floor like a lightning strike. In a building made of glass and cold calculations, the "Cromwell Legacy Gala" was the only night where the hierarchy supposedly blurred—though everyone knew it was just a more expensive stage for the same power plays. The announcement appeared on every monitor in the building at exactly 9:00 AM. A sleek, animated invitation in gold and black: A Legacy of Excellence. Join us at the Grand Ballroom for the Annual Corporate Gala.

Why did I have to make him hurt himself? “Sister Yasmin.” I raised my head and saw Sister Gwen storming towards me with her eyes sharp and her nose held up as if she always smelled a horrid stench. “Good morning, Sister,” I whispered, standing up and curtseying deeply. Her narrow almond eyes swooped down on my hands and her lips fought a smile. “We need you to go to the home of one of our members at 4th Grace Avenue. She is dying soon and you must prepare her for the Last Rites. A priest will be coming in the evening and he will deliver the rites to her tomorrow morning.”

Leah Morris I looked up to see the Estelle building in full of admiration. I've been dreaming to work here since I graduated from Harvard. In Harvard, Estelle and Lemiere had been praised by a lot of people for their security and defence technology. Estelle is based in Europe when Lemiere is based in America and Canada. I applied to Lemiere for a job but I didn't get in. There were a lot of people applying because who doesn't want to work for the Gold Lifes? It's everyone's dream to meet them in real life and actually learn from them.