The Latecomer Novels & Stories

The heiresses' eyes were wide with disbelief, and their minds ground to a halt. If Cain was playing lackey to the stranger, they couldn't imagine the level the newcomer was on. Graham gulped nervously as his arrogance died down. For some reason, something inside him screamed in terror the moment Cain and his students stepped back and bowed their heads. A lone figure slowly approached from the other end of the line. The four were surprised that only one man showed up. 'That's the guy Cain is playing lackey to?'

sticker. [Might be late coming home. Wait for me, okay?]

Zhang the Exploiter was lashing out at Shen Zhiwei, because she was 30 minutes late for work. He was about to deduct half a day's pay from her salary when he received a phone call. No one knew what the person on the other end said, but the look on Zhang's face changed abruptly, and he turned to Shen Zhiwei with an enigmatic smile. After hanging up, he moved closer with a grin while awkwardly rubbing his hands together. "Xiao Shen, the thing is, one of our business partners has arrived at B City without telling us beforehand. Those above have decided you should entertain our business partner this evening."

I stared at the front doors one last time; waiting, hoping and praying but the doors remained closed and my home was gone. I turned away, I was halfway across the square when I heard footsteps approaching. I didn't need to look up before I knew who it was. Remus always walked steady, purposeful. He never rushed. He stopped beside me and for several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then he said, “I came to talk to you." A bitter laugh escaped me, "About what?" His jaw tightened. “The human territory." I frowned. “What about it?" "I have a house there."

All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to. THE END

I would have reached an untouchable status and that would have made me feel more isolated than I already am. I’m eyeing everyone in this tight-packed house, the lights dimmed low and too many people stuffed inside. I don’t even know who this house belongs to, or why they are even organizing this party. All I do know is that I had heard whisperings of a party being organized on account of some birthday or something as stupid as their parents being out of the pack. I had never been to these parties before being a self-certified loner, but now I wanted to be here because I had read that these parties were also a hot spot if you wanted to casually hook up with someone.

“You’re okay. And I’m really sorry, Diana, for pushing you to drink so much.” “As long as you don’t do it again, you’re forgiven,” I said, forcing a smile before rushing out the door. I hurried down the road, my eyes darting to my watch. Ten minutes late. My head was pounding, and I was sweating profusely by the time I reached the company building. The receptionist gave me a disapproving look as I approached her desk. “Miss Nightclaw, personal assistant,” I told her breathlessly. She handed me a tag with visible disdain. “Third floor.”

I told him. “Thank you, Alpha.” He nodded in respect before turning around and jogging towards the assembly hall, but it didn’t take long before he returned, frowning. “I missed my number,” he said. “What? But you can still get inside. They are allowing latecomers, so why not you?” “That’s the thing. I am a latecomer now, so I need to wait for everyone to get in before I can go inside.” “I’m sure you’ll be fine. Just hurry inside.”