Positive.“I’m pregnant”, I whisper, disposing the stick before going ahead to wash my hands. “I’m pregnant. I’m not supposed to be pregnant. How can I be? Sia and I didn’t use protection but a wolf can’t begot a lycan’s child. Oh Mila, say something!”“My congratulations are in order my lady”.“Congratulations? Mila, this is not good news. Me being pregnant is a disaster!”She frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t understand my lady”.“Mila, I don’t want to be a mother”, I say, sobbing. “I don’t want to bear children. Not now, not ever”.“Oh dear, don’t say that”.“But it’s the truth Mila. Plus, I’m too young to be a mother”.“If you think you’re too young to be a mother then you shouldn’t have had unprotected sex in the first place”.“Mila!”“What? I’m only putting in my two cents”.“Well, nobody asked for your two cents”, I yell, breathing hard. Calming a bit, I say “I’m sorry Mila but I’m not ready to accept the fact that I am pregnant. I mean, I am not supposed to be pregnant. Wolves can’
“Crinka?”I moan softly before turning to the direction of the voice. I open my eyes groggily, overjoyed to see those familiar white orbs. I approach him, pulling him into an embrace. “Oh Sia, he hurt me. He hurt me”.“You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine baby”.“I don’t feel fine. My head hurts and I…” Clamping my hand down on my mouth, I push him away running to a corner in the room before throwing up my breakfast. My breath is heavy as I straighten.“You okay?”“No”.“A nice bath should do you some good”.“Is that all you have to say?”“What do you want me to say?”“Sia, I met Sycamore today, a part of you, that you kept hidden and he hurt me. Instead of addressing it, you’re telling me that I would be fine!”.“He’s not the first man to hurt you so I don’t get why this is such a big deal”.I gasp. He did not just say that. “You did not just say that”.“Look, I’m sorry but what was I to do?”“You’re an asshole. Why didn’t you tell me about him?”“Because there was nothing to tell. Crinka,
Samantha was bored.And she was never bored, especially during Christmas. There were always parties to plan, cards to make but this year was different and she wasn’t really feeling up to it. She didn’t have any friends. Her parents wouldn’t let her have any. They weren't even around, off to enjoy the evening with one of their too many friends. Samantha subtly wondered if they even knew it was Christmas and was supposed to spend time with family.“Well fuck this”, she said, putting on her coat. “I’m not going to be by myself on Christmas eve. I might as well go to the bar or something”.Samantha held in her breath as she handed the bouncer her fake ID. Please let him believe, please let him….“Go have some fun Agnes”.She curtsied before entering, earning her a few weird looks.“Gowns are not exactly part of a bar attire Agnes, or should I say Samantha?”She gasped before curtsying. “My prince, I…what are you doing here?”He lifted his glass of cognac. “Drinking my sorrows away. You?”
“Here it is. My home”, Toreh said as she leapt from the horse, landing gracefully on her feet.“It’s small”, Eloive said as he stood beside her.“Oh sorry, not all of us have three palaces at our disposal”.“I’m sorry if I have hurt your feelings”.“Let’s just go in”.Toreh rapped at the door with her knuckles. Amar opened the door, scowling. “The runaway returns home”.“Don’t be such a bitch on Christmas eve Amar. It’s unladylike”.“Look who’s talking. Are you coming in or not, because I have no problem with leaving you to the cold”.“What kind of elder sister would you be if you do that huh?”“The mourning kind”.Toreh’s face fell. “Amar, I am so sorry”.“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. So who’s your guest?”“Guess”.“I don’t guess Toreh. Who is it?”“The Crown Prince’s son, Eloive Lancaster”.“The Crown Prince’s son? What the…”, Amar pushed Toreh out of the way before delivering a right upper hook to the prince’s jaw. Not expecting it, he fell to the ground, massaging his jaw.“Ama
As I pushed open the creaking attic door, a hushed silence enveloped me, broken only by the faint rustle of pages and the distant echoes of a forgotten world. The room before me was a sanctuary of knowledge, a treasure trove of dreams waiting to be unlocked.My eyes widened, taking in the sight that unfolded before me. Tall shelves, adorned with elegant engravings, reached towards the heavens, seemingly infinite in their reach. Books of all shapes and sizes stood proudly, their spines beckoning me closer. The scent of old parchment and ink infused the air, embracing me like a long-lost friend.I cautiously stepped forward, my fingertips grazing the weathered spines. Each book seemed to hold a secret, a tale longing to be heard. The weight of history and knowledge pressed upon me, an invisible presence that whispered, “Open me. Discover”.The library held no windows and no air conditioners, yet surprisingly warm. I walk around, looking for a ladder, or anything that could help me reach
“Where have you been?”, Massa asked haughtily as Prita stepped into his room, holding a duffel bag. “Why, I went shopping”. “Shopping? You went shopping? Whatever for? If you need something, you should have told me and I would have gotten it”. “I didn’t want to stress you. You already have a lot of your plate and I hate to be a burden”. “You’re my mate Prita. It’s my duty to take care of you”. “Let’s not get into all that. I thought you'd even be happy to see me healthy and alive”. “I am happy and I’m not. Prita, you could have died. Someone could have seen you and killed you”. She rolled her eyes. “I’m already dead. The person won’t have to do much”. “Prita!” “What? I was sick of staying indoors. Massa, if I wanted to stay indoors, I would have returned to my tomb. How do you expect me to stay indoors on Christmas eve?” “It’s for your safety! How do you think I would be if something happened to you?” “I can take a wild guess”, Prita replied. “Prita! None of this is funny!”
“You know if you want to have fun in the cellar, you could have at least put out some sign or something”, I tell Thane, looking around. It’s quite scattered with crates of wine all over the place, except for the spot where Thane was having fun with some blondie. Judging by the red dress that had been shredded to pieces, she was a whore.“First, you're a drunk. Now you’re a cockblocker. You just keep surprising me every damn time”, Thane said as he rolled off the blondie. She kind of reminded me of Sarai. The letter T was engraved inside her palm and I figure that’s some kind of branding to indicate possession.“So do you. You never told me you were into blondes”, I say as I hand him his shorts. At least they could be found. The blondie, realizing that she was no longer wanted, left. Yep. Definitely reminds me of Sarai.“I am a blond. My daughter is a blond”, Thane said, pulling on his shorts. “So yeah I’m into blonds, not redheads sorry”.I glare at him. He laughs. “So what’s with the
“The forks should be on the left Waxlyn. Have you not been listening to anything I have been saying?”, Dogara yelled as she arranged the cutlery herself.Waxlyn merely rolled her eyes. “I have, I just chose to ignore. Seriously grandma why do we have to be the ones setting up dinner? We have servants for that!”“Well those servants are currently on Christmas break. Now if you would stop being so naughty and help me, the sooner this would be over with”.“Why are you such in a hurry anyways? A normal dinner takes place in the evening. It’s just four o clock and that’s three hours before seven!”, Waxlyn cried out.“Today’s different Waxlyn. Also, today’s dinner will be quite long and since I wouldn’t want to ruin anyone’s evening plans, I have decided that dinner would take place at this hour”, Dogara explained.“Will grandfather be dining with us?”, Waxlyn asked as she arranged the chairs.“Why do you ask?”, Dogara asked as she set the plates evenly. There was a lot to eat for sure.“He
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