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.

let out a low, contented whine, nuzzling her hand affectionately. "It’s actually

Nathan stared in disbelief, thinking,

torn

Nathan, Danielle led

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

stepping into a starlit realm. The air was thick

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 presence. Now, there was a warmth about him that felt soothing. "Were

though there was no doubt in her

person who had effortlessly won his heart. He wanted her to see his world, to understand his life, and hopefully