“Um Wilhelm, have you seen Toreh?”Wilhelm laced up his boots before turning to his cousin.“Yes”.“Do you know where she is? I went to the bathroom and she just disappeared. I’ve been looking for her ever since”.“She went home lad. Maybe she was tired of seeing your face and respectfully took her leave”, Wilhelm murmured.“She would have at least said goodbye”, muttered Eloive.“She would”, Wilhelm agreed.“Where are you going?”“Out. I thought it was that obvious”.“You’re going to her home are you not?”Wilhelm sighed and straightened. “Eloive, you’re not coming with me”.“But I need to see her”.“Well if she wanted to see you, she would have stayed back, would she not?”, Wilhelm asked. “Look, Eloive, aren’t you supposed to be keeping your distance? You wouldn’t want the queen to find out about the truth, would you?”“I could care less about what my grandmother thinks”, Eloive snarled.“Well you should care about what your uncle Thane thinks. You know that he doesn’t give empty th
“They’ve gone. So what are we going to do with him?”, Amar asked, referring to Colin.“I don’t know. I don’t exactly know anything about handling dead bodies”.“Well I’d figured you would know since you’ve killed someone before”.“Amar! I was just a child”, Toreh explained.“A very dangerous one to be exact. Thinking of it, I wonder what Lady Victoria did that caused you to kill her”.“We could burn him”, Toreh suggested, avoiding Amar’s inidrect question.“If we lit a fire, it would wake people up”.“Well we have to do something”, Toreh said with a sigh.“I don’t know okay? I’ve ran out of ideas”.“Call Wilhelm”.“What?”“It’s his mess. We can’t clean it up for him”.“We don’t need his help. We’ll handle it ourselves”.“Amar, if you don’t call him, I will”.Amar eyed her sister. “Since when did you become so bossy?”“I don’t know, since you met the prince, I guess. You’ve just been acting so controlling”.“I haven’t been!”“Been too!”“Been not!”“I’m not going to argue with you. I’l
“Mila”, I exclaim, surprised to see her here by this hour. “You’re here, why?” “I got the items. I just wanted to know if it was okay for me to start wrapping them”. Now I’m hella confused. “Wrapping what exactly?” She shot me a look. “You wrote me a note, listing items you wanted to buy as Christmas presents. You gave me that along with some gold bars”. Wait what? “When did I do all that?” “Um, yesterday after mass”. What the? “Mila, I don’t remember talking to you after mass. I would have known if I did”. “I could show you the note if you want my lady”. “Please do”. She hands over a sheet of paper and I’m shocked to see it is my handwriting. A jumpsuit for Waxlyn? A manuscript for Elijah? A special wine glass for Eloive, six rings for Ruarc? When did I ever write any of these? “What’s the problem my lady? Is it not your handwriting?” “It is my handwriting Mila but I can’t remember writing these, I’m sorry”. “So what do you want me to do with the gifts?”, she asked. “Do w
After Sia leaves, I leave to go find Mila, except that I can’t find her anywhere. I ask the servants, the ones I could find roaming about, but no one seems to know where she is, or maybe they didn’t want to tell me anything regarding her whereabouts, simply because they despise me.“Hello, do you know where I can find the handmaiden quarters, if there is such a thing?”The maid only scurries off. I sigh, exhausted.“I wonder why she’s looking for the royal servants quarters at this ungodly hour”, someone laughed. It just had to be Armaddan. She was seated along the hallway with some other women, all in their nightdresses. I think they’re Ruarc’s wives since they’re a total of six in number.“Maybe she has finally realized that, that’s her rightful place”, one of them remarked.Now I’m not the kind of person to stand around while people say shit about me.“You know, if you’ve got something to say about someone, it’s best you say it to their face”, I tell them, standing poised before Ar
“Why did you ask me to stop? I was this close to waking him up”.“Can't you see it?”, I ask, facing Thane.“See what?”“The tattoos. Can’t you see it?”“What tattoos?”, Eloive asked as he rose up, moving his head.“Welcome back to the land of the living Eloive.”, Thane announced. “Can’t say I’m too happy about that”, he added.“I could care less about your happiness uncle! You fucking broke my neck!”“And I would do it again if you keep making my little girl cry”.“She won’t be your little girl anymore uncle. One day she’s going to get married, and someone is going to play with her boobies”, Eloive spat.Thane stalked towards him. “What did you just say?”“Um…that I will try not to make her cry again”.Thane smiled. “Good”.“Eloive, aren’t you too young to be getting tattoos?”“Getting tattoos? What the fuck Crinka? I don’t even like them needles”.“He’s right about that”, Thane agreed. “Eloive hate needles”.“Then how did you get the tattoos?”, I ask him.“What tattoos?”, Thane asks.
“Wake up sleepyhead”, Zikur whispered as he hovered above the queen, his lips an inch away from hers. He would have let her sleep some more, but the sun was set to rise an hour from now, and he needed her out of his room before the servants began walking about.Dogara pried her eyes open, widening them when she saw him. She slapped him and pushed him off. Zikur stood up with a groan, massaging his cheek.“You fucking slapped me!”, he yelled, looking at her.“And I would do so again if you don’t fucking keep your distance”, she snarled. “What the hell are you doing in my son’s room?”Zikur chuckled. “Your son’s room? Baby girl, you’re in my room”.“What? How did that…”, she trailed off when she realized that he was right. She was in his room. How did that even happen?She exhaled sharply before saying, “How did I end up here? I was in Sia’s room so how did I get here?”, she asked, pulling her robe tighter across her body”.“I don’t know”.She rose a brow. “Zikur, if you’re lying to me,
The strong scent of Thjis’ cologne hit her the moment she left Zikur’s room. Refusing to admit that her daring husband must have eavesdropped on their conversation, she took to her heels. Thjis chuckled as he watched his wife scamper away. He would have loved to chase her, but first he had other important things to deal with. Zikur wasn’t the least surprised to find the Icelander king in his room when he stepped out of the shower. He had expected this visit sooner. “To what do I owe this pleasure Thjis the Great?” Zikur asked as he toweled off. Thjis cast him a look. “It’s King Thjis the Great to you. When the fuck are you leaving my lands?” Zikur’s smile was tight lipped. “As soon as my king is ready to leave.” “Hanos would leave today at midnight. I expect you to go with him.” “Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me huh? I haven’t done anything wrong.” Thjis laughed. “You fucking slept with my woman!” Zikur rolled his eyes. “She was mine, is mine.” “She was never yours leec
Isla snuck out of the local prison only to bump into Madam Negro. She shot her a small smile before trying to manoeuvre the fat lady. She didn’t move.“Miss Torver, I was hoping we could have a word.”‘It’s Mrs.’,she wanted to say but waved it away, frowning. “I am listening.”Madam Negro looked around. “Not here. Maybe somewhere private. I would have said we should talk in your place but I’m not so sure what impression it would give for a woman of my status to be seen dining with um…a prostitute.”Isla’s frown deepened. “I’m a worker Madam Negro. You can’t address me as a prostitute simply because I earn a living from cleaning bar stands.”The stout woman snorted. “I can and will address you however I like. Just because your daughter has been seen talking with the king doesn’t make you any higher than an omega.”Isla stifled a smile. “So this is what this is about. Look Madam Negro, I didn’t force my daughter to the royal family. I didn’t beg the Vampire King to take an interest in h
All I had to do was drive a stake through her heart and it would be all over. Father wouldn’t have to make the trip. The burden on our heads would be gone, and things would go back to being normal. The only disadvantage of her death, would be mine, and that of our son. Our son. I don’t want him to die, but he has to. I had to choose, and I chose her. But what does it matter now? I have been asked to kill her, and it would be treason on my path if I let her live. My weapon was sharpened, and all I had to do was kill her and be done with it. A slit at her throat or a stab to her heart. She wouldn’t see it coming, my blade, not when she’s fast asleep at the sweetheart garden, the moon casting a soft glow over her peaceful face. It’s funny that she can sleep so peacefully after the stunt she pulled. I envied her for a moment, envied her ability to sleep despite the shit that was happening around her. I jumped down from the horse, landing on my feet swiftly. Whipping out my blade, I
Yes, there's a sequel for the book after all. I advise that you follow my Facebook page, Cool Lette, to know when this sequel will be available on Goodnovel. Now, enjoy the synopsis, and a little insight.Synopsis:Chaos.It has always been around, shimmering within the surface, waiting for someone or something to break the surface and set it free.And I just happened to be the perfect someone.I never meant to do it; it just sort of happened. Somehow, I had managed to set Sycamore free from the mental cage Sia had sentenced him to.And now, Ruarc’s surrender to his Lycan was also my fault. Honestly, taking the blame wasn’t going to change the fact that I have broken the surface.Chaos is here and I’m afraid it has come to stay.*****"I want her dead."These four words, spoken with chilling determination, sliced through the frigid air of the Icelands like a sharp blade. The speaker, Thjis, whose eyes were once filled with compassion, now harbored an unrelenting verdict that sent shiv
“Do you want me to beat him for you?” A chuckle escapes my lips as I walk further down, toward the balcony. The wind hit me with full force and I held onto the railing to keep myself from falling. I could see the streets from up here and I was amazed at the snow-blanketed roofs and the Christmas lights that connected the residential houses. People walked in groups, chatting and laughing, unbothered by the snow that fell from the skies. It reminded me of Bluestone. Not the snow, but the unity among people. I sigh as Lukas’ letter comes to mind. I need to go back, but how? Thjis wouldn’t let me go easily, nor will Dogara, especially now I’m pregnant with her grandchild. Ugh! Everything is so messed up. Things can never go back to normal, so I am just going to make the most out of it. “No, I don’t need you to beat him for me Mujin.” “You sure? ‘Cause it seemed like you wanted to bury your fist in his face.” “Yeah, I want to but…” “But nothing. Do it Crinka. Maybe it will make you ha
“My lady, please forgive me.”I took another selfie, (the shit is amazing), uninterested in Mila’s apology.She had been apologizing since morning. Well it’s still morning, but I haven't answered her. Why can’t she take the hint and just let me be?The other concubines had left for the cathedral and now it just remained the servants, my entourage and I. I was a bit surprised that ‘Lady Igrith’ didn’t ask her guards to bound me up and drag me to the cathedral. But then again, I suppose she doesn’t want to get on Ruarc’s bad side.Speaking of entourage, where the fuck is Mujin?I have a lot of questions to ask him, but I haven’t seen him since. Mila might know where he’s hiding since she served him breakfast, but I didn’t want to talk to her. Talking to her means I have forgiven her, and I didn’t want to think I have. Sighing, I face my handmaiden and friend, calling her out, “Mila?”“Yes, my lady?”“Apologize one more time, and I’ll rip out your tongue, regardless of our shaky friendsh
A bead of sweat rolled down her back, and Dogara was surprised at the new feeling. She hadn’t broken a sweat in a thousand years, and it took climbing up a mountain top to do so. Heaving a sigh, she stared at the blanket laid out on the top, taking in the picnic basket. She hadn’t seen one in a thousand years. She definitely needed to start leaving the Icelands more.A gust of wind blew, knocking her off her feet. She would have fallen off, if Zikur didn’t catch her when he did. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Dogara tingled from where he touched her. This was madness. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way, but she couldn’t help but wish he wouldn’t let go. She realized then, that she liked it when he touched her.Shaking her head to get rid of the thought, she stepped out of his arms, and faced him.“Why did you bring me here?”“I thought we could enjoy the view together. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what your lands would look like from a mountain top?”She ha
“Zora, how many hours left to breakfast?”The young maid paused and glanced at the clock. “Two, my princess.”“Do you think that’s enough to know about someone?”, Waxlyn asked.“Depends on the person, my princess.”“It’s Gales.”“Oh. Why would you want to know more about a farmhand’s son my princess?”Waxlyn eyed her. “Is questioning your princess what you’re being paid for?”Zora shook her head, eyes glued to the floor. “No my princess. Sorry, my princess.”Waxlyn rolled her eyes. “I’ll try on the dress later. There’s somewhere I have to go first.”She dashed out of the room and rushed up to the attic, ignoring the servants’ look as she passed them. The chair he frequently warmed was empty so she decided to check if he was in the library. A zap of electricity shot up her arm once she touched the door knob.hissing, she retreated, massaging her affected arm.“You royals never learn, do you?”She turned around as he appeared form the shadows. He leaned against the railing and she took h
The tequila only made her miserable.Setting aside the empty glass cup, she walked over to the fridge and opened it, shocked to find it empty. She checked the freezer and was surprised to find it empty as well.What the actual fuck?She stormed into his room unannounced and Massa looked up from the magazine he was reading.“What happened to all the blood?”Massa feigned ignorance as he sat up. “What blood?”She glared at him. “Don’t be stupid Massa. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”“No, I don’t.”“The fuck Massa! I’m goddamned hungry and there’s no single bag of blood in the kitchen! How the fuck did that happen?”“I don’t know.”She rose a brow. “What the fuck do you mean by you don’t know? Only you and I have been here. I don't know what happened to the blood, which means you should know.”“Honestly, I don’t.”She groaned. “Massa!”He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the magazine. “You know, there are other ways to expel the hunger.”She glared at him. “If you
The sun was not yet up in the sky by the time Mila woke me up from sleep. Yawning loudly, I glared at her as I sat up in bed.“Good gracious, Mila. Why have you woken me up this early? Classes with the princess begins after she has had breakfast and that is by 9am!”“I’m very sorry my lady. I just wanted you to use the bathhouse first.”“Use the bathhouse first? What do you mean? Is there only one bathhouse in this palace?”“Yes, my lady, which is why I want you to use it first. The other concubines have their bath by five a.m. and seeing that you’re not yet comfortable in their midst, I woke you up by four, so that you can get clean before them.”“And why can’t I do it later? You know, when I feel like?”“I’m afraid not, my lady. Lady Igrith closes the bathhouse once it’s time for breakfast.”Closes? Is it a shop or something? “And when is breakfast time?”“By eight, my lady.”“Just how many concubines are there that they need three hours to dress up?”“They don’t use three hours to
Preet. Preet.Wilhelm rolled in his bed as he pried his eyes open. Who the fuck was calling him this late a t night? He stretched out his arm and reached for his phone. Popping himself up on his elbow, he read the caller ID, cursing hard when he realized who it was.Why the heck didn’t she call him since? Why now, when he was tired?Sighing, he answered and put the phone to his ear.“Leira, what is it now? I told you to never call me at night.”“I was really worried about you. Willy, don’t you think it’s time you came home?”Wilhelm didn’t consider that gigantic palace as his home, but he wasn’t ready to tell Leira that. “My name is Wilhelm, not Willy. Besides, I did tell you that I would only return after my position as the Crown Prince has been secured. So, if you’re calling to say this, end this call at once.”She sniffed. “Your cruel words affect me. Surely you mustn't plan on leaving me here all alone.”He bristled. “You’re not alone. My sisters are there, my brother as well.”“N