올 악역 Novels & Stories

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

Vuko POV Graydon is staring at me in horror, his face drained of all colour as the Wolf Alarm echoes off the damp walls of the tunnel. Our torches are on the ground beneath us, lighting us eerily--and uselessly--from below. We are now well-lit sitting ducks. The net that has us trapped, swings around lazily. I want to say I'm sorry, but it's too late for that now. All my fault. I was lured by the trap. I triggered the net. And then I panicked and barked out the Wolf Alarm. I can't meet Graydon's eyes but I also can't move my head so I have to stare right back at him.

I drift back off into the sounds of sleep. end of flashback I’m 20 now. In my junior year. Trying to pursuit my dream. Combating my demons.

“All of them are the Royal Servants of Denmark, the bodyguards of the prince. And you will be shocked if I tell you who’s the prin—” Reina slap Nena’s shoulder and the latter reacted and almost hit Reina too if I didn’t grab Reina and pull her away. “Just tell us who the prince was. And even I am curious about that damn prince. “It’s Linus. The famous underground fighter.”

I feel my hair stand up on the back of my neck at the misshapen grimace on his face. "The list of all the family members involved in the accident that took our children. That's why you left, right? Because I had no excuse to eliminate them, right? Because you were disappointed that I didn't do anything to ease your pain, amore mio. So when you left, I thought it over, and I understood. You were mad at me for letting them live." Then he grabs my hands as I tremble with all my being, and he closes my eyes and places a series of kisses on them. "But you don't have to be mad anymore. I killed them all for you. I was too busy mourning our children without ever showing you my own pain, and I faile

“It is mine, isn't it?” “You should have slept in it instead of in the harbour in my apartment.” “I was figuring out a way to help myself back home since the woman I'm relying on is failing me.” “How do you think, out of the blue, that I could possibly know how to do that?” Why is he being overbearing? “You awoke me.” He replied curtly, his hooded eyes peering down at me as he he'd the urn to his chest with one arm. This asshole. “Don't you get it? I was fascinated by this object and I read out the stupid hieroglyphics on it, then you emerged from it with and now you're stuck up to my skin like an annoying rash.”

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.