Veiled Desires

ER'S

didn't even think about myself in those moments, I didn't even go in in my mind if I can handle those goons even if they say I know martial

n't use my unique strength eventually. but after I gave birth to twins, I no longer take that medicine, I only take vitamins like the

asts that hunt them I hope and pray that they are safe and sound in a place that is free from any danger. As for me, Id still have work to do an

I must have dropped my cellphon

at's going on with my loved ones? But then I hear it - the familiar ringing that signals an incoming call. My heart r

ering why I haven't showed up yet. I quickly explain my situation to her, thanking her for rem

understood the true value of the gift that m

because he liked it. However, as time passed, I started to understand the true value of this knife, especially after I became pregnant and was confronted wi

dvice. It turned out that my children needed a specific kind of blood to survive and thrive, and my father knew it all

op resilience and immunity, ultimately saving their lives. The hidden blade knife that I had dismissed as a

n't listen to his advice initially. Without his foresight, my children may not have survived and I would not have been able to protect and c

and the movies and television shows that I would watch. So when my father told me about a person that I had dreamt about who happened to be a vampire, I couldn't help but retain some level of skepti

struggled with fertility, and the prospect of carrying twins was something that I never could have imagined. As I began to feel the weight of my growing belly a

ross paths with vampires and werewolves again. Though I try to keep things as normal as possible for the sake of my children, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the possi

d. "Are you certain?" I replied, trying to sound unworried. It was

as a strange feeling, being sought after like this. I tried to stay calm and rational, reminding myself that it

Just the other day, I had experienced something that left me shaken - something that I couldn'

tely rushed back to the Philippines to help me

rom the wolves just a few days ago had transformed into a confident young man. His once-torn clothing was now clean and he had a stur

tely raced to the night when I had found him. He had been injured and bleeding, surrounded by the

hat I saw a group of wild wolves calmly standing beside a teenage boy. "With them, we're just

I wanted to know if he had fully recovered from his injuries. His response was reassuring, "We're fi

. His reply took me by surprise. "Your bag and wallet were in your c

the distance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the young man he had become. He lost hes family but still he was full

cal creatures have always captured my imagination. However, when I found myself in a situation where I had to he

acted with the werewolves that I had helped, I began to realize that they too had families, dreams, and aspira

not understand or accept them. My sons, for instance, had always shown signs of abnormal growth and strength even

igued by their differences and would want to study or experiment on them. I was terrified of t

must be open-minded and willing to learn about different perspectives, even if they may challenge our assumptions. An

c. I could sense fear in his voice and my heart immediately started to race. "Mom come home please," h

to not harm others. I didn't know what to think. My son had always been a responsible child, and I couldn't imagine him knowingly hurtin

ays instructed them to use them in case of an emergency. I hoped that Ilac hadn't for

explain the situation. They knew about my twins and didn't hesitate to grant me p

kind of danger was my son in? What had happened to make him break

to which my son was referring

as a large group of strangers who had appeared in front of our home. They were unl

was. I then quickly made my way back inside the house, my heart pounding with a

s the lifeless body of one of our maids, who had only recently joined our household. The sight was so gruesome that I almost let out a scream,

y heart was pounding in my chest as I stood frozen, staring at the terrifying figure. Suddenly, I heard a loud cras

abbed my baseball bat, hoping it would be enough to protect myself from this creature. I took a swing at it

in its grip. I began to panic, frantically looking around for anything I could use to defend myself. I

bered something that my dad had taught me. He had always warned me about the "poison" in my blood, something that he and

if the vampire tasted even a little bit of it, it would begin to burn from the inside ou

vampire with a fierce blow that sent it tumbling to the ground. As I stepped back, panting heavily from the exertion, I realized that

age, I knew that I had done what I needed to do to

ached the top of the stairs, I heard the sounds of commotion and fighting coming from my sons' room. My initial thought was that they

or how to react. Deep down, I knew that my sons were strong and resilient, but seeing them fight off vampires was somethin

wever, my sons quickly rallied and began to fight back with a ferocity that surpris

our safety. Once the danger had passed, I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged my

to protect our home. However, I couldn't help but feel concerned about the possibility of future attac

th and bravery of my sons. It was a reminder that, as a family, we need

aya Anita and our maid. On that night I decided to go in hotel t