Not A Small-Town Girl

"Mrs. Charrington, this is Mr. Charrington’s pet wolf. It’s vicious by nature-please stay behind me," Nathan said frantically.

But Danielle didn’t move. Her gaze remained calm, unflinching in the face of the predator.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf lunged forward with its jaws wide open. It was chilling to imagine the damage it would do to Danielle.

"Watch out," Nathan exclaimed.

Danielle remained calm, as if the creature pouncing on her wasn’t a ferocious wolf. Nathan, however, was scared out of his wits.

Just as the wolf was about to reach her, she swiftly pulled out several needles and pierced its body. The ferocious animal froze mid-attack and crumpled to the ground.

ferocious animal let out a low, contented whine, nuzzling her hand affectionately. "It’s actually quite docile," she

disbelief, thinking,

had once torn a man’s throat out.’ It was an extremely

at the horrified Nathan, Danielle led

stepped into the living room, Danielle sensed something unusual. The space

a starlit realm. The air was thick with the fragrance of

room, walking toward Danielle. Dressed in an impeccably tailored white suit, David exuded a rare charm that was a stark contrast to his usual somber

this on purpose?" Danielle asked, though there was no

his private residence for a reason. Danielle was the person who had effortlessly won his heart. He wanted her to see his world, to understand his life,