I knew this man was up to no good! Not only did he yank me around like some kind of object as he threw me into his bed almost as if I were a pillow, but he even dared to come nearly naked in front of my eyes as he jumped over me after taking off his pants and leaving just his boxers. “What do you think you’re doing?” For the sake of whatever scheme he may have had in mind, I panicked. He said, "Just be quiet!" in a hushed but very authoritative voice. The way in which his eyes look at mine from such a close distance causes my heartbeat to quicken and makes me feel tense. I'm so terrified, but despite my anxiety, I still tried to fight for my freedom so that I could get away from him. And since it's possible that he just couldn't take any more of my revolting actions, he swiftly grabbed both of my wrists and pressed them against my sides while he leaned forward and brought his face closer to me in order for him to freely seize my mouth. Without any consideration for me whatsoever

This Mr. creep-of-a-fellow assists me in exiting the room, and then he walks with me to the next room, which is where an extension leading to the backyard garden is waiting. If my memory serves me right, I believe that this is the room where I had to get ready to look fabulous for the supposedly unforgettable engagement party that Matteo and I are throwing. However, due to those set-ups, which I don't think are Chelsie's sole responsibility, things didn't go so well between us in the end. I have this nagging feeling that someone else is the mastermind behind everything that's been going on. I'm not sure who it is. It's possible that the person whom I last recalled, who betrayed me near the cliff, is connected in some way to that other person. Regrettably, I am unable to conjure up a clear image of that person’s face in my mind because it is so hazy. When I first walked into the room, despite the fact that the atmosphere and appearance of the room are completely different from what

No. He is not a vampire. The fact that he is warm and has a heart that I can plainly hear beating right now is further evidence that he is not a nefarious nosferatu, as vampires typically have fangs, and the fact that he does not have fangs proves it even more. I can almost feel that my hands are already swelling due to the pressure that his mouth is leaving me with as he continues to leisurely suck more of my blood from my fresh wound. This is happening as he continues to do so. This could conceivably also imply that I have already lost an excessive amount of blood. This frenzy is causing me to become addicted, which is causing me to become mixed up with dizziness and the overpowering scent of his masculinity, both of which are engulfing me. It has rendered me so completely numb that I am unable to make even the slightest movement to struggle against his hold on me. Once more, he was successful in positioning himself on top of me for the second time. His entire body is so large t

I scream at the top of my lungs only to wake up from a dream that was more of a nightmare than a regular dream.It comes as quite a shock to me when I look around and realize that I am once more inside of my room. The way I woke up in my room was exactly the same as the way I did when I first realized that I had been reincarnated into the body of Claudette Silverstone, so it was kind of like having a déjà vu experience. My fleeting musing is abruptly brought back to the present when Taylor opens the door with a creak. She makes a hasty approach toward me in order to check on how I'm doing. The genuineness of her worry is reflected in the anxious expression on her face. As soon as she stops by my bed, the first thing out of her mouth is, "Miss Claudette, what happened here?"Before I could finally respond back to Taylor, I had to give myself some time to collect myself from the state of shock that I was in. "I...I don't know, I guess I just had a nightmare." I told her.Before she c

I immediately disengaged from him and took a few steps backwards in response. He was perplexed by the abrupt response I had given him and asked me, "Claudette?" Well, we’re just even. I can't help but respond in that manner, especially considering the fact that I don't even know him, and yet he had the audacity to hug me instantly, and now he is claiming me as his Luna Bride. He claims as if he knew what Luna Bride is, which makes me wonder, does this indicate that this man, Reagan, is also a shapeshifter in some way?That is still a mystery left for me to find out, sooner or later. For the time being, I believe that it is necessary for me to deal with the repercussions of my actions, specifically the abrupt response that I gave to what Reagan had just told me.“Is there something wrong, Claudette?” After that, Reagan posed a question. I can tell by looking into his jade-green eyes that he is genuinely concerned for me or, more accurately, for Claudette.I am aware that I need to r