Novel & Cerita Marpessa Dawn Eric Vander

Their team colors are red and white. She nodded. “So which team do you have your bet on? Is it Nursing? Since you’re sitting here.” She shrugged. “I’m a neutral spectator.” “Ah…I see..” He chuckled. Keenan cleared his throat, making his presence known. It was as if the young man named Eric finally noticed Keenan who was seated beside Dawn. “Hello.. I know you. You’re the Governor’s son, right? Keenan Alegre. I’m Eric, nice to meet you.”

Marco blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden appearance of the imposing, muscular man who looked like he was ready to snap his neck. "Eric!" Autumn whispered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and shock. "What are you doing here?" Eric ignored her, his eyes never leaving Marco’s. "I'm waiting for an answer," he growled. "Who are you, and what are you doing with my wife?" Marco sat back, his hands raised in a gesture of peace, but Eric could see the flicker of recognition in the man’s eyes. Everyone knew who Eric Kingston was.

Sneaking through the darkness of the night, Vivar reaches the palace safe in disguise. He noticed the palace guards were still on their post. He knew these two as his loyal assistants, Noman and Higor, who already have their own families. He wondered why they didn’t leave when the prince has already told them to return to their families for their safety. Curious and confident, he approached them with his head held high. The guards recognized him though he was still afar. But they just stood straight and didn’t give him a bow. Vivar started to wonder. He stopped a few meters from them and hesitantly asked, “Why are you still here? Didn’t the prince tell you to return home since the palace is

ask Marco. "No." Cassandra waved her hand while laughing. "Or you want to dance, come on!" Marco invited Cassandra to dance. Seeing Marco holding Cassandra's waist. Eric's blood instantly boiled, he immediately walked closer to the dance area. John widened his eyes and ran after Eric. "Ehm Mr. de Garcia, can I ...." Eric gestured to Marco with his hand. "Oh Mr. Williams, sure." Marco was immediately shocked to see Eric already standing close to them. Eric replaces Marco who immediately left because his boss wanted to dance with Cassandra.

He kept flipping. [January 13, 2026. Today is the day Eric and I became mates. I was ambushed by a vampire. I called him to save me, but he thought I was lying. I reacted fast. Barely survived. I cooked a full table and waited to celebrate our anniversary. He never came. At dawn, I found out he was stargazing with Velda.] Eric's tears hit the page. 'What was I doing that night?' Pointing out constellations to Velda. Making her smile.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN TOO VANILLA I’m thousands of feet above ground, cradling a glass of Dom Pérignon in one hand, the city lights far below like scattered jewels. Opposite me, Eric lounges comfortably, legs crossed, his blue eyes studying me with quiet patience. Every now and then, he flicks a strand of his newly dyed pink hair out of his face. Classic Eric, ever the pop of color in an otherwise gray world. It’s oddly comforting. He hasn’t changed. Not in the ways that matter.

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

"Meet Calla properly. I don't think you two have had a chance to talk." Erica looked up from her conversation with a bright smile. "The famous mate!" she said, her green eyes sparkling with humor. "I've heard so much about you." "All bad things, I hope," I replied, making her laugh. "Only the interesting bits. Like how you saved Malachai's ass during the cartel fight." Near the window, I spotted Dante, the massive man who handled compound security. His military bearing was obvious even during breakfast, sitting straight-backed while reviewing what looked like security reports.

Chapter 47: The Flow Assurance Gambit The drive from the industrial warehouse to the cooling sub-station was a frantic, bone-jarring dash through the skeletal outskirts of the Port of Tema. Marcus Vanderwall handled the heavy SUV with a reckless, white-knuckled desperation that ignored every traffic protocol programmed into the vehicle’s secondary drive-train. Beside him, Julian Vance was a whirlwind of motion, his upper body twisted toward the backseat where Elena’s tactical tablet was propped against the leather. He wasn't looking at the road; he was looking at the "Thermal Injection" script he was frantically compiling in a language that felt like a half-forgotten dialect of his youth.