Sir Nicholas De Mimsy-porpington Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mensaviv let out a smile. Nothing bothered Nicholas except Charles - Charles is also human, he thought. He cleared his thoughts when he realized the letters were talking about females. He gazed toward Mensaviv shortly. "Do I know you?" Nicholas frowned his face, but in his head was a bunch of ransacking going on to find the face of an elderly man in it. "No, you can't. But I know you." He said. "Oh - I'm that popular?" "You're the son of the great alpha who wouldn't know you?" Mensaviv bowed his head down again.

He scoffs. The next day, Damien and his father were planning some things. As ordered, I had to stay inside my room until further notice for protection. "I wonder what's going to happen now," I was looking outside the window of my room, admiring the view. Then, all of the sudden, a knock was heard outside my room. "Come in," I ordered. It was a maid, holding a silver platter with snacks and a teapot on it. "Greetings milady," she bowed slightly, "Sir Damien wanted me to hand over these snacks as he thought that you might get bored while he's not in your presence." I chuckled at her remarks.