《Reincarnated as the mother of an otome game's villainess?!》Chapter 13. Just another day.
Advertisement
The heroine of Promises of an Enchanted Heart was a mystery, almost nothing was known about her. Since the player saw the world through their eyes, they would never get to see her face in-game. The closest thing was the cover art of the game, but it only showed her back. I could only be sure she had short blond wavy hair. There were no traces of her birth name either, since the player got to choose it.
—When the Snyder family adopted me, they gave me a new name —she would say in a crucial event that showed her opening to her potential partner.
Finding her before Christopher with only those clues was quite impossible, so I look up for help for a rather unwilling source.
—You want me to look up for blond-haired babies born this year? —Maxwell Conrad said with a very justifiable scowl.
—Well, maybe one year before Violet was born, and one year after, just to be sure.
—May I ask why?
—No.
He glared at me for a few more seconds while I tried to keep up my smile, until he finally gave up and let a sigh escape from his mouth.
—I'll look it up and ask a few colleagues. But you have to know, seeking help for a childbirth is something relatively new. Most people, especially those that are not nobles or merchants just do it by themselves or get help by someone on their families.
—Hmmm, well, I wasn't expecting to find her so easily... —I said, mildly disappointed.
—Muh! —Violett said, and slapped me on the face, managing to distract me.
Seven months have passed since she was born, and she had grown a lot since then. Long were the days were she would struggle to raise her neck or sit without falling. She could now sit on her own, and even crawl, but she tended to stay near me whenever I was standing or walking; only going a bit farther when I was sitting. Playing with her was a bit more fun too; she could grab her toys, shake them, and bite them. She has also started to eat solids, which was the perfect excuse for me to try to get involved in cooking. I have been making purées with the help of Gabby, and I have even been trying to get Violett herself involved, keeping her around and letting them taste them during the cooking. She was also more expressive, though she always seemed to have her eyebrows furrowed. When she smiled, she was the cutest. But most importantly, she has started to speak, or at least make simple sounds to demand I pay attention to her.
The Doctor coughed, as I have started to ignore him completely. At that moment, we were having tea at the greenhouse. Winter was approaching, and it was a bit too windy and chill to stay at the gazebo, and I had been looking for an excuse to use the greenhouse. I was very proud of how much the flowers and plants have grown and bloomed, even some monster plants that I had gotten from Victor without Carmila realizing it. The Rose Nymph was still just a seed in a pot, though.
Advertisement
And of course, making the attendants walk all the way through the backyard from the kitchen to where we were would be a bit too much, so I had preemptively prepared a portable stove, a kettle, and a few cups I had ordered to be custom made. I had ask them to be painted with the words "mother", "daughter" and "guest" from my original world, though I stylized them enough for them to look more like scribbles. Ah... the daughter cup wouldn't be filled in several years, but the wait would be worthy. Hmmm? Since when do I get along with the Doctor to invite him to have some tea? Well... I guess I have learned to overlook his lack of manners and abrasiveness, and he has proven he was quite capable. I started to feel bad for sending him off immediately after our regular checkups.
—Would you mind staying a bit and have some tea with me? —I politely asked the first time.
He looked at me for a moment as if I had grown a second head, but ended up agreeing. Once we had everything set up, though, the ambient became a bit awkward. I just didn't know what to say and he didn't seem interested in starting the conversation. That's it, until something crossed my mind.
—Y-you know, I have been learning magic! —I said, quite proud of myself.
—Oh? Really? —he said in a deadpan tone.
He knew my vitals, so it was obvious for him I couldn't use magic even if my life depended of it.
—I meant as an academic subject. Knowledge by itself has some worth, even if I can't apply it myself.
Honestly, I was expecting a bit more of the one who would become the Academy's director. But apparently, my words did reach him through his cynical filter.
—That's true. Theoretical magic is a field studied in other nations, but even then it is mostly overshadowed by practicing what is already established. Nowadays there are only two or three new spells developed in a decade all over the world. I suppose having people who can't use magic to focus on the theory might yield some results.
—Oh! —I said. The idea of coming up with new spells hadn't even crossed my mind.
—Of course, I suspect for someone like you, the idea of coming up with new spells didn't cross your mind until now.
—Hmmph! Just who do you think I am? Of course I have thought of it —I said, trying my best to hide the fact he had been able to read my mind —, but, you know, I still learning the basics, it is too early for me to attempt to come up with something nobody has before.
After all, Marcus could only teach me when they came to visit, usually after they went to fulfill a quest in the nearby woods. Apparently they were one of the only places where they could find horned wolves.
—I suppose you are right about that —he said, genuinely sympathetically. Then he smirked—, would the Madame be interesting in learning medicinal magic?
—Mmm... I have heard it is quite difficult.
—It is. You have to be able to understand how the whole body works, the bones, the muscles, veins, arteries, organs, and even neurons. You can't just chant "Heal" and expect the patient to regenerate a missing limb —he said, drawing a sly smile on his face after sipping on his tea — So, what is your answer?
Advertisement
—It will be quite pointless to teach me, I'll never have the chance to use it and I doubt I could come up with a new spell even if I dedicate all of my life to it —I admitted—, but if you are willing to teach me, I'll listen.
Since then he had been giving me lessons while we drink tea. My basic knowledge in anatomy and medical terms made understanding him a bit more easily, unlike the esoteric and mystic sounding terms that Marcus kept using.
So our third gathering ended up lasting almost two hours, but it was getting late, and Violett was starting to demand to be put to sleep. The Doctor and I returned to the main house and from there we bid our farewells. I fed Violett and sung to her until she fell asleep. It was pretty early for me, though; the sun just was setting, so I decided to read a book instead. I might have gotten a bit carried away by the plot; it was a romance novel in which the author tended to left cliffhangers at the end to force one to keep reading. I forced myself to put it away when Sophie came to check up why my lights were still turned on, and only then I realized how much time has actually passed. It must have been around midnight already.
—I'm sorry, I'll go to sleep now —I said, and I intended to do so, but even after 15 minutes of trying, I couldn't close my eyes. Something on the back of my mind was bothering me.
I checked Violett, but she was sleeping peacefully. I looked through my window, into the backyard and the forest that extended behind the greenhouse. I felt a chill run my back.
—You are imagining things —I said to myself.
The house was protected by a barrier, even if something was out there, it could never reach us. Especially not at night when the barrier was reinforced. I closed my window and the blinds, just to reassure myself, but since the feeling wasn't disappearing, I went to the kitchen for a midnight snack. As I ate an improvised sandwich, with a glass of milk at the side, I kept looking through the doors at the backyard. I heard a noise, like a branch being stepped, but not quite. And I made the stupid decision to go to investigate. I stepped barefoot and only wearing my nightgown out of the mansion, and walked towards the forest. I felt... angry? I wanted to scream to the fictional intruder to beat it and let me sleep, but I still had enough self control to stop myself.
—This is stupid... —I once again said to myself, and turned around.
I remember thinking that maybe hugging Violett would allow me to fall asleep. At that moment, I heard the wind whistling, as if something was approaching me at a quick speed. Maybe a second later, I heard glass breaking. I turned around as quick as I could, but I lost my balance and fell backwards in the grass. As I was falling, I managed to see a figure hiding between the trees, too close to be outside of the barrier. They disappeared after a moment, just as some of my attendants started to come out of the mansion, apparently alerted by the sound of glass breaking.
—Madame, are you alright? —Iridia asked as she helped me stand up.
—Yes, yes, but I think I saw someone inside of the barrier —I said, weirdly calm. I think I was still too shoked to understand what had just happened.
—What? Only those with authorization can pass through it, and we would notice if it had been broken —Carmila said. From her expression, I could see she wasn't doubting my words, but trying to make sense out of them.
—In any case, we need to secure the Madame and the young Lady, and inspect the area —Nora said, commanding the few attendants that knew how to wield a weapon.
—Let's not be so hastily. It's just as Lady Carmila said, the barrier is still up, so nobody could have entered it —Iridia spoke, trying to calm everyone.
We quickly went back to the house; I went directly towards my room, towards my baby. Nora followed me, while the rest checked on every room, every window and every door. Everything seemed to be in order. But at the very least, we all have heard the sound of glass shattering. Even when I was hugging Violett, and with Nora and Sophie in the room with me, I couldn’t fell asleep until it was almost dawn. Nobody got out of the house until I woke up a couple of hours later. Carmila insisted that I would remain inside until Nora and the other attendants had checked the outside of the barrier. There was nothing out of the ordinary there as well . Even Adrian confirmed no one had arrived through the river. I was finally allowed to step outside, but I was still surrounded by my attendants at any moment.
—M-madame... —Sophie called me, looking at something lying in the grass, a few meters to the right to where I had fall.
It was a dart, covered in what I could presume was some sort of drug or poison. My attendants gasped at the sight of it and the implications of its existence, and insisted on me going back to the mansion. But I was intrigued by another detail of the dart. It hadn't hit me because something had intercepted it, a small, bullet-like object, was still piercing it. It looked almost like… a thorn. I raised my glare, and finally noticed that there was a glass panel broken at the greenhouse. I walked towars it, and despite the objections of Carmila, Nora, and Sophie, I went to the door and opened it. There, on a pot over a table, was the Rose Nymph.
Advertisement
Dominantly Yours (Book 1, Dominantly Yours Series)
As an Omega, the lowest-rank werewolf in any pack, Claire is confident her smoking hot Alpha can't be her mate. But she's wrong -- not just about him, but also about her place in the werewolf world. *****Adopted into a family of Omegas, the lowest-ranking werewolves in the Mistwood Valley pack, eighteen-year-old Claire Masters is more concerned with her schoolwork and her adorable little brother than pandering to pack politics. But when Nathanial Groves, the pack's inescapably attractive Alpha, steps into her life, her entire world is thrown into disarray. Because Claire can't help feeling drawn to him -- irresistibly so -- and it's distracting her from the growing danger looming over her town and her family. A mate is the last thing she has time for, but can Nate be ignored? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]
8 834SEX!!
A compilation of sex poems, and or poems filled with intimacy.
8 132Girls Can Have Boy Bestfriends .
- Its About A Girl Name Kylee & She Has A BestFriennd ... A BOY BestFriennd At At That & Everybody Always Expected Them Tuh Be More Then That Do You Think The Girls Can Have Boy Besfriends ? Do You Think They Are More Then Best friends ?
8 111Love on Top
Daphne is a plus size girl who loves to read and write. She works for Cosmopolitan as a freelance writer and she writes articles for every magazine issue that comes out for each month. Aside from her well paying dream job, Daphne is always set up on dates with men she doesn't like by her mother who is always pushing her to get married like her sisters so she can have kids some day, but Daphne knows that she will find love some day when she is ready. Samuel (or Sam) is the CEO of an advertising company that was once owned by his father, but is now passed down to him. Samuel' mother is always trying to push him to marry a nice, Taiwanese girl with the same social status as him, but all Sam wants to do is just date other women instead of get married away to some woman he does not like or love at all.
8 104The Insemination
"You where going to do what?" he shouts causing me to jump a bit. I look at his face and see anger on it. "I said I was thinking about it. I changed my mind," I rush to say. "I'm sorry." As he runs a hand through his hair he picks up the glass vase and throws it against the wall. Rushing past him, I hurry to the door. Once my hand is on the silver doorknob I pull it open only to have it closed. Turning around I meet his gaze. His normal blue eyes are now black with a hint of gold. "I think I should go," I say barely as a whisper. "Mine," he growls. "Yes, I know it's yours but-," I say but he cuts me off again. "Mine," he growls again. Before I have the chance to ask him what he meant, he hovers over my body, and before I have the chance to move, I feel sharp teeth penetrate my skin. Kicking and screaming, I try to move out of his grasp. Yelping out in pain, he finally takes his teeth out, and looks at me with his blue eyes. He looks at me in horror. "What did you do to me?"
8 249silent love { Dutch Van Der Linde x Reader } / rdr2
ever since your family was killed by a gang of outlaws, you've lived your life on the run. you had to learn to survive on your own and protect yourself.never staying in one place for long lead you up into the Grizzlies where you got stuck in a snowstorm. freezing and starving, you thought you were going to die, until one day when two outlaws found you and took you back to their gang. there, you were introduced to their charismatic leader. you quickly fall for the wise leader, but how will you react when he wants to keep your relationship a secret?
8 108