Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf

Veronica Darren's mundane life is shattered by a mysterious package containing red high heels, leading her into a hidden world of supernatural beings. Dragons, werewolves, and vampires exist, and she's caught between two powerful, enigmatic men: the charming werewolf Stephen, and the captivating dragon Karl. Both harbor secrets and desires that entangle her fate, but as ancient conflicts resurface, Veronica must navigate loyalty, love, and terrifying truths. Will she choose the path of the Dragon or the Werewolf, and what ultimate price will she pay?

Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf

Veronica Darren's mundane life is shattered by a mysterious package containing red high heels, leading her into a hidden world of supernatural beings. Dragons, werewolves, and vampires exist, and she's caught between two powerful, enigmatic men: the charming werewolf Stephen, and the captivating dragon Karl. Both harbor secrets and desires that entangle her fate, but as ancient conflicts resurface, Veronica must navigate loyalty, love, and terrifying truths. Will she choose the path of the Dragon or the Werewolf, and what ultimate price will she pay?

The chime of the doorbell pulled Veronica Darren from her afternoon reverie. A package she hadn't ordered, from a masked courier named Gustav who made her skin crawl, sat on her doorstep.

Inside, a pair of striking red high heels, accompanied by a cryptic note: "I hope you like it.—From the person who will soon be seeing you—". They fit her prosthetic feet perfectly, unsettling her. How could anyone know?

Later, at their usual cafe, her friends Erna and Bianca joined her. The strange package and the shoes became the topic, especially after Bianca, ever the socialite, recognized them as exclusive, limited-edition creations by the reclusive designer Karl Smith, known for shoes "inspired by a girl he had saved." A name surfaced: 'Red Cinderella'.

The conversation took an abrupt turn when a handsome man with a charming smile entered the cafe, making a direct line for their table. "Hello, Miss Veronica Darren," he said, pulling away the menu she'd instinctively used to hide her face.