Marpessa Dawn Eric Vander Novels & Stories

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.

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.

When Eric saw the person’s figure, he was dumbstruck! This… how could this be possible?! It was Philip Clarke. Why was he there? Wait a minute! The person behind him was Theo Zander! It was Theo! Instantly, Eric ignored Philip and instead began to frantically shout at Theo for help, “Theo, it’s me. I’m Eric Yates from the Yates family. My father is Samson Yates. Tell your men to capture them. They dared beat me up, they’re courting death!” Nevertheless, no matter how much Eric shouted, Theo was unmoved. With a cold expression on his face, he stood behind Philip, looking at Eric as if he were already a dead man.

Even to the extent of involving the most dangerous and deadly man Eric has ever known. After a while, Marco came back to the car to continue searching for Theo since he wasn't found in his car, he reversed the car and sped off. There wasn't any particular destination in mind, so they just got driving, until Eric remembered somewhere very significant to him. He gave Marco the address as Marco changed the route he was on before heading to the address Eric had sent to him. Years back when Eric could no longer bear the torture of Adams Anchor, he had arranged and set him up with one of his drugs business partner.