"Don't answer it", I beg him."I have to", he says pulling away from me. I mourn at the loss of contact. I sit back against the headboard.The phone rings again and I want to destroy that stupid device. How did I not notice the phone earlier? Whose phone is it? Probably Sia's. He answers the call but he doesn't put it on loud speaker like I wanted him to."Hello? Who is this?".I initially wonder who is on the other side of the call. Could it be Anita? Sia's eyes flicker to me. My curiosity increased. Who is he talking to? His jaw clenched and his face hardened. Whoever he was talking to had made him angry."No. I won't let you talk to her".Was it Lyles? Could he be asking after me? Hope swelled within me. Maybe there's a chance I can leave this place for good."Stop trying to blackmail me with Anita. She won't listen to you".It's certainly not Anita and neither is it Lyles, My heart raced. Could it be Ruarc? Blackmail? Why would Ruarc want to blackmail Sia? That too with Anita".
"I doubt that. I don't think someone has taken her. Rather, I think she's taking shelter with someone she loves"."Loves? Who could a fourteen year old possibly love at that young age?"."You would be surprised. I lost my virginity at 15. It's no big deal"."That's a year's difference. She's too young to have a lover"."Don't be so sure about it Sia. Wonders shall never end"."Since you're so sure about yourself, use the guest list and find out who this imaginary lover is".I frown. He's mocking me."Just watch and see", I say, looking through the guest list. Most of the people Ruarc had invited to his party were old people. I don't think she would be into old men. A smile breaks out on my face, when I come across a name. "Sia, I think I have found the imaginary lover""Really? Who is it?"."Eloive Lancaster. Sixteen years old".Sia pushed me away as if I had burned him. I don't really like being pushed around but Sia has been doing that a lot lately. I don't fall over this time, ju
"Who the fuck is knocking so early in the morning?".Someone that knows about the cabin. Probably Sia's neighbours, if he has any. Why do we always get interrupted when we're intimate? Sia puts me down, running a hand through his wet locks, upset and annoyed."Can't you sniff out their scent?"."Whoever it is, masked their scent".Could it be an enemy? Or intruder?"Well aren't you going to answer it?"."I don't want to. I just want to spend my time with you"."As sappy as that sounds, we need to know who is at the door"."I'm only doing this because you asked me to. Not because I'm curious or anything"."Whatever. Just go and find out who's disturbing our peace and quiet this early morning".He goes, after packing my lips. What was taking Sia so long to open the door?"Sia, I missed you".I froze. I know that voice all too well. Why is she here and could she possibly want? Had Sia called her here? Was this some kind of set up? Did he pretend he didn't know who was at the door, becaus
Sia was not at all happy with my decision but I don't give a damn. I've finished my breakfast when the bitch woke up. She narrows her eyes at our close proximity. The bitch was trying to intimidate me with her eyes. Sia hasn't even noticed her come in, too distracted my beauty to even bother."I won't let you meet Ruarc. It's not safe""You're saying that because you're jealous".Anita glared at me with so much hatred that I want to laugh. She's annoyed that Sia hasn't recognised her. She just woke up from sleep and her hair is still perfect. It's not fair."I'm not jealous. I'm just looking out for you".Anita is fuming just hearing Sia's words. Just to rile her up the more, I press myself against him, drawing circles on his thigh. Sia doesn't complain, nor does he push me away. It makes me happy and Anita made. My job is to distract Sia from seeing her, so I continued talking."I don't need you to look after me. Ruarc is capable of doing that"."Ruarc can't take care of you. He wil
The air thickened with tension as Ruarc glared at Sia, and Sia glared at me. My mouth is still hanging my mouth open, mind you. Ruarc is the first to break the silence, not with words, but actions. He pinches my lips close, so that Sia's dick won't go in. But man, I wanted it in. I scowl."Shouldn't you be with Anita?".Sia rolls his eyes again. "I thought something had happened to you. And I was right. Something did happen", he says, eyeing my bandaged ankle.His words tugged at my heartstrings. Did he really leave that bitch to come check up on me? My wolf is swooning."She's fine and doesn't need your help".I *do* need his help. Sia is the only one who can stop my impending lapdance with Ruarc and he just did that."Doesn't seem like it. It's obvious that you were about to force her into something she has no intention of doing"."Crinka, please tell my darling brother that I wasn't forcing you into anything"."He...he wasn't forcing me into anything", I say weakly."You don't have
I woke up to the sound of angry voices. I am naked, my side wrapped in a gauze stained with blood. The pain in my ankle had subsided, so I could move without difficulty. I throw the covers off me. The voices have gotten louder. I steady myself on my feet, feeling a little dizzy. The sun is rising just above the sky and so were their voices. I should be happy that they are fighting, but it's only giving me a migraine. I wobbled towards the door, holding my side. I can hear the sound of shattering glass. I want to go in and eavesdrop but I remember my nakedness. Sia might have seen me naked, but I don't think I want Anita seeing me in my birth suit. Glass shatters again."Why the fuck did you do that Anita? You nearly killed her!", Sia yells, glass shattering after he has spoken."And I would have if you hadn't intervened! Baby, stop throwing such expensive chinaware at me!", she shouts back.Is Sia the one throwing the glass? And at Anita? Whew, he must be really mad. "Why would you t
Anita looks real pretty in the short red backless dress she's twirling in. Six inch heels I would never think of wearing, she wore with pride. The dress hugged her curves, advertising her cleavage. Her thin lips are a bloody red, earrings sparkling. She is dressed up, looking all nice and lovely, for a murderer."You know, it was stupid of you to think that you can come in between Sia and I. He would never allow anyone to seperate us, so don't bother trying", she says snarkily. I roll my eyes at her antics."I learnt my lesson the hard way. I can never do such a thing now that this already healed wound would be a constant reminder" *of how much I hate you*, I wanted to add."Whatever. Sia says red suits me, you know since I have red hair", she says, checking herself again in the mirror.Red is not only the thing that suits you. Blood is. How can she be so comfortable with this slutty outfit? Shouldn't he be worried that another man would look at her? It's jealousy I know, but I don't want
"Are you mad?", I ask him for the third time since we have left Ruarc's house. Sia hasn't spoken to me since then, brooding, eyes fixed on the road before him. I wonder if he stole this car as well. He is driving with only one hand, and the car smelt of Sia, leather and Anita. He doesn't answer, just puts on the radio, to block out my voice. That means he is mad. But he has no right to be! I was simply enjoying myself with Ruarc, just as he was enjoying himself with Anita. Despite the unwanted sound, I still shouted so he could hear my voice over the sound. "Fine. Don't answer me. It's not like I care.""Get out".I wince at his harshness. I hadn't even known we had reached the cabin and I get down, my arse asleep. Sia slams the door of the cabin shut, throwing the car keys on the table. I'm guessing he didn't steal it then. Seriously I am pissed with his behaviour."Will you stop behaving like a child?", I yell. He blinks, as if he is surprised I am still talking to him."I don't ev
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