All Chapters of Wunsken: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Again, I paused as Ruth's voice raised abruptly. I followed the path of where she was looking. "Oh, Nina is a student in my Fine Arts class ." "So, you have connected to your female students already?"

I was wrong. Not all the portraits had come back. There was still one missing - Paloma.  

Just as I expected, we both had the same reasoning. "So if that is true, it means I was really trapped in the fire?" She frowned. "What do you mean? You were caught up in there?"

My heartbeat hammered hard against my ribcage as I opened the gate. Ruth was already gleaming when she saw me.  "You're here, hon." I repaid her a flashing smile in a delightful tone. "What makes you come back? Did you forget someth

"Woman!" I groaned when I got back to my house. How the hell could I be able to handle her mood swings? Just last night, we were sweeter than white chocolate, but now she was throwing me away like a disgusting insect.  Speaking of w

Lots of things were whirling inside my head as I stared at Paloma. She was sleeping peacefully on Nina's bed, fully clothed this time. For now, the situation could still be controlled. But what about tomorrow? How long would I be able to hide her?  I sighed in frustration as I turned to Nina who was leaning against the door frame. I knew she felt awkward as I stood

"What's happening?"  Once Nina opened the door, I rushed directly to where Paloma was. I froze next to the bed for a while when I saw her. She was shivering under the blankets and murmuring incoherently as if she was hallucinating.  

"Y-you… drink blood?" Nina asked. It was thirty minutes later and she was still standing by the window, covering herself with the curtain.  I wanted to ask the same question to Paloma. although it was obvious that she drank blood… my blood. But I was still too stunned to ask her.  "Well, I don't know…" Paloma looked at me. She touched my bandaged hand and kissed it. "But that time I smelled your blood, It's like I breathed in my favorite food." "So, what's your favorite food?" Nina asked. She was still frozen on her spot. "Wait, do you eat, in the first place?" Paloma shook her head. "I don't eat. I was stuck inside a painting, remember? How would I eat?" "Are yo

"You wrote this?" I shook my head. "I was drunk. I don't even remember the book's in my house. I thought I'd lost it somewhere else." Nina nodded as he looked at me in astonishment. The Wunsken book was on her hands, flipping its pages over and over as if looking for another sign of writing. "So this is it. This Wunsken brought your paintings back to you." "And Paloma…" I sighed and turned my swivel chair to my back. My co-teachers were already gone so I texted Nina to see me here in the faculty room. "Nina, I can deal with my paintings. But about Paloma, well, I can't hide her forever." "Yes, because she's going to drink all of your blood until you die." "Funny," I snorted. "So, tell m

I didn't care if I was disturbing Professor Calvin Guteud. That moment he recognized the damn book, I knew he could be the key to this mess I put myself into. He was a historian anyway. He might have had some knowledge about that cursed book.  "You again?" he grunted. I could hear the annoyance of his voice. I wouldn't blame him though. Since that night, I kept on coming back to his hotel room just to ask him about the Wunsken.  "Yes, sir. I know it's been a week. But I'm not going to get tired of coming here until I convince you to help me." His gray brows contracted as he stepped out of the door. "Mr. Amorsolo, how many times will I tell you this — I don't know anything about