It wasn't even the end of the day when the articles were posted. I was trending again. The reporters completely twisted the little boy’s story, making ME a cheater and painting Jasper as a victim of my ‘evil charms.’ The trolling and cyberbullying got harsher after that. Not only do I have to endure Jade and Henry’s fans… I suddenly had to face Jasper’s as well. I knew he was popular with girls, but I did not realize how massive their numbers were and how rabid they could be.They were overprotective and obsessive about him. Every single one of them. They were all extremely rude, isolating me, drawing graffiti on my desk, locker, and dormitory door, leaving hate mail, notes, etc. I just ignored them and they’d eventually lose interest… until the next thing that they would find annoying about me. However, there were some who took it to the extremes and were downright sociopathic. Those people were not afraid to leave me ‘gifts.’ Dead animals in pretty little gift boxes, sometimes with
“Did he choose this, too?” I asked sarcastically when I stood before the king’s lover, grabbing her left hand to have a good look at the simple gold band on her ring finger.I’d never seen it before and I would not even notice it had she not been trying her best not to draw attention to it earlier. Henry must’ve sent me these boxes of jewelry to hide the fact that he gave her a ring, something that he never did for me before. Maybe I was just overthinking it, but Henry was essentially saying that he was more committed to her than he was to me. Jade tried to pull her hand away from mine, but I held firm.“Isn’t that lovely?”“Y-Your Royal Highness…”“What?” I turned over her hand to see if it was just a band and was disappointed that it was. No stones, not even a tiny bit. “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not doing anything... yet.”The maids exchanged nervous glances in a subtle manner which irritated me. They must know I could still see them, right? I dropped Jade’s hand and spritzed some
We all froze when we caught each other’s eyes. They stood awkwardly like children that got caught doing something they shouldn’t, scratching their necks and napes.“H-hi, guys!” I recognized them as the classmates I tolerate. I invited them so that the party could have some people who didn’t mooch up to me or actively hate me.“Princess Selina,” one girl said, stepping forward. Her smile was awkward, but kind. I think her name’s Grace. “We were just... um...”It was painful to watch her try to explain what they were doing in the shrubbery. They stunk of alcohol, cigars, and something grassy and sweet. They don’t look wasted or tipsy, though, and the girls don’t look disheveled. So they drank and smoked in the garden. Big deal. I know some people who’ve done worse things there.“Are you enjoying the party?” I finally asked to end her suffering.“The party’s lame,” came a male voice from the back of the group, half-hidden by tall vegetation.“Paddy!” Grace scolded him before turning to
TW: Depictions of vio*lence, d*rugs, and s*exual a*ssault_______“Have you tried a love potion yet?” Shania asked, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she’s just asking about the weather.“What?” I found it funny that she would entertain an idea like that. “Are you serious?”“Yeah! Desperate times call for desperate measures.”“You know that’s highly illegal, right?” Grace said, bothered and shocked. “Not to mention immoral and unethical.”Speaking of bothered, I was sweating like I was having hot flashes. I felt so uncomfortable. I took off Jasper’s jacket and drank some more of the cold beer they offered.“So is having a side piece? What’s your point?” Shania scoffed.“Where would you even get a love potion these days?” Helen interjected thoughtfully. “All the witches are in Melcoria. The rest are just a bunch of l*wlifes looking for an easy buck.”“There’s one right here in Aldervolf!”“What? You?”“No, silly.” Shania took her phone and showed us a picture of an
“What do you want?” Patrick asked his visitor with a condescending tone.I trembled in shock when the door flew off its hinges, and knocked Patrick off his feet. I never felt so relieved to see Jasper standing by the doorway than at that very moment. His face was blank, but his eyes were glowing dangerously as he stared down at Patrick.Then our eyes locked, and I saw his brows furrow, gritting his teeth. The duke seized Patrick by the neck and yanked him off the ground.“What did you do?” he asked angrily, shaking him, but the guy was unconscious. He dangled like a rag doll from Jasper’s grip.I sniffled and the Lycan turned to face me again, frowning. He let go of Patrick's neck and he dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Jasper walked to the headboard and grabbed the belt. It snapped in half as he yanked it off.“Are you okay?” Jasper asked while untying my hands.“H-he tried t-to r*ape me,” I said, sobbing. I closed my eyes tight, ashamed of myself for being in this compromisin
F*uck me?I groaned into my hand, my face crimson with embarrassment.Why did I say that? This is crazy, I thought. I’m crazy.“Everything all right?”My head snapped towards the owner of the voice that spoke and heat traveled from my face to my neck as I saw Jasper looking at me. His dark hair was already down and framing his face. It was wavy again because he wore it in a bun earlier. He had a puzzled expression on his face. He took off his shirt in one swift move.God, why was he so beautiful?It’s daunting to see him shirtless. It’s not like I’ve never seen a man’s naked body before. I had once or twice when I was in training—I had to familiarize myself with a man’s pleasure points, to be a better lover and wife. That’s what they said— Everything felt clinical then, but this was different. This was Jasper, the most attractive person in all of Volfenheim. With his tanned skin, tight muscles that looked chiseled to perfection, that gorgeous face, the little wisps of stomach hair tra
Jasper“What should I do with you?” I muttered as I stood before Patrick Blanderdolf, who was sprawled unconscious on the floor. I nudged his face with my foot and he flinched, finally regaining consciousness.Selina had already left the house. I saw her run out a while ago, so I went to Patrick's room to do my job. Hopefully, the princess would go home promptly. As she should. She had no business going to shady people’s houses like that without her security detail. Wasn’t she warned about strangers?To be honest, I was a bit disappointed when she left, but it was all for the best. I had to remind myself every time that she's off-limits... but when I look at her, I lose all sense. I don't know what I'd do if she stayed. Not after what she said.F*uck me...She was serious and coherent when she said that. Did she mean it?I scoffed. I was just joking when I offered to sleep with her. I just want to rile her up. I took her inside to see what she would do.No. It was me. I got angry when
Jasper I scoffed at myself. I should have known better. What woman would jump in another man's arms after being assaulted? I briefly wondered if Patrick was innocent this time. Was he the culprit or the victim? Did he fall into her trap as well? What did he do to piss her off? But how come she was crying and tied up when I found her? What kind of scheme was she planning? I glanced at the phone on the table again. She should've put that on the bedside table. She wouldn't record anything if it was so far away from where all the action would be. Unless she doesn't want us to end up in bed. How disappointing. I dropped my call and placed Patrick's phone on the windowsill. She won't stop until she destroys me... and ultimately, my sister. But didn't she realize that she was shooting herself in the foot as well? If she used this against me, so can I. I sighed. I'll never understand her and her logic. “You okay?” I asked. She looked deathly pale. She should be an actress instead. But
I let out a blood-curdling scream.“It’s alright, my princess,” Clifford tried to reassure me with a soothing voice as he approached me, but his actions had the opposite effect on me. “Do not be afraid, it’s–”Before he could finish speaking, a shadow leaped in front of me and tackled the butler to the ground with a growl. It was Jasper. They fought over the knife before the duke knocked Clifford out with a punch to the face, dislocating his jaw.“Freddy!” Bridgette screamed. Everyone rushed towards the prince, and they pushed me out of the way. I landed on my behind, the grass cushioning the fall, still too stunned to care.“Are you okay?” I heard Jasper ask. He knelt in front of me. I gazed at him and the hand he offered, still wide-eyed. “Selina, are you hurt?”I shook my head no. I was trembling like a leaf in the wind. I didn't even realize I was crying until the duke put an arm around me, pulling me close to his chest. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”It was strange. Even though h
Someone was standing by the window.The drawing room was dark, but I could see their silhouette thanks to the moonlight shining through the mesh curtains. They appeared to be looking out of the window, their back turned towards me. My heart thumping in my chest, I stepped back in an attempt to escape, only to be stopped by a familiar male voice.“You’re here…” The person finally looked at me. They were wearing a turquoise and gold suit. A royal butler.“Clifford?” I squinted to see the man properly, my eyes adjusting in the dark. He was… smiling. It was unusual, but not unwelcome. “It’s late. What are you still doing here?”“I noticed you were not here after His Majesty’s visit. Where were you?”I closed the door behind me and walked towards my bedroom. “I just went out for a walk. You can go back now.”“Oh, alright. Good night, my princess,” he said, a soft lilt in his voice. “Sweet dreams.”I raised my eyebrows at that. He never smiles or croons. The butler was always professional a
Thank the Rozen Maiden, Jasper was already hard. I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't.He smelled like mint soap and tasted nothing in particular. Like clean skin.“What are you doing?” the Lycan exclaimed, horrified. He shoved me, causing me to fall off the bed. I assumed he didn't intend to do that, as he quickly rushed to my side, visibly concerned. “I'm sorry!”I didn't move from my spot. I hurt my back when I hit the floor, but my pride and dignity hurt even worse.He was right. What was I doing, coming to his room and pouncing on him like that? I have no shame left in me. I couldn’t believe I’d stooped so low.“Hey, are you okay?” the duke asked, and I turned away from him, ignoring him completely. “Don't just lie in there. The floor's cold.”“Leave me alone.”“Selina...”I breathed deeply before opening my mouth and screaming at the top of my lungs.“Alright! Fine! Fine!” Jasper yelled through my screams, stepping back and covering his ears. “Fine, I'll leave you alone, jeez.”
I ran upstairs to the third floor of the Lyall Palace, where the guests’ bedchambers were located. As soon as I reached the door at the end of the halfway, I pounded my fist on the sturdy wood. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night; I need to speak with the occupant of the room.“Princess Selina?” a voice came from behind me. I turned to see Jasper peeking out from an open door across the hall. He looked dumbfounded to see me. “What are you doing here?”I could ask him the same thing because I know that’s not his assigned bedchamber. I walked towards him and his expression turned into a deep concern. The duke stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.He looked ridiculous in his silk pajamas and nightcap.“You can't be here,” he said, his eyes combing the dimly lit hallway for signs of life. “What if other people–”I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to crash my lips into his.When Henry said I could not have a lover while he had one, he failed to co
“Your Royal Highness,” Clifford's voice called from outside my door. I scowled and turned towards it. What was it this time? “His Majesty is here to see you.”“The king?”“Yes, miss.”My eyes almost popped open in shock. Henry never visited me in my room, especially at night, because he was wary of the rumors it might create. What does he want?“Shall I tell His Majesty that you’re indisposed?”“No, let him…” I glanced at the table and noticed the vial of period blood was still there.In my panic, I grabbed it so that I could hide it on the couch again. However, it slipped from my hand and rolled under the table.“Argh!” I tried to reach it, but it was so far away from my hand.“Your Royal Highness?”“Just a minute!” I tried to use my foot, but the vial rolled under the other couch and near the fireplace. Spilling small amounts of thick liquid in its wake. I forgot to put its lid on.The door swung open, and I dived to snatch the vial and, before I could decide against it, threw it in
“I’ve seen the written accord; I have studied it ever since they displayed it in the Museum for all to see. It doesn’t say anything about that.”I narrowed my eyes at the glasses girl, “Are you saying my father lied?” “N-no! I’m saying he’s mistaken, Your Royal Highness.” Nervously, she passed around folders containing graphs, charts, and pictures showcasing ancient texts alongside their modern translations. “I mean, I can’t blame His Majesty, the accord is very old. But… as you can see in your copies, the translation clearly says ‘a child sired by Wilhelm’s blood’ … so, it could be anyone of them, not just the king.”“You mean the spare?” Julian interjected, eyebrows furrowing.“It doesn't matter who is sitting on the throne now,” the girl said, adjusting her glasses that were slipping down her nose. “Even if he has just a drop of the first emperor's blood, he will still be considered eligible. The person Princess Selina decides to marry will inherit both the throne and the title al
My heart had been pounding so hard on my chest when the heathens pushed me into the back of a car and made me lie on my back. It was where they gagged me and tied up my hands and feet. They drove the car for a while, driving through a couple of tunnels and a train crossing and a lot of humps and when they finally stopped, I couldn’t hear the hustle and bustle of the city. All the sounds I could make out were the occasional chirping of crickets, rustling of leaves, and the squelching of our feet against the soft, wet grass when they got me out of the car.The people who took me dragged me carefully inside a building and made me sit on a cushioned couch. The place smelled like rotten wood, stagnant water and dust. By the time my kidnappers pulled the bag off my head, I was already calm and collected. My security team always told me that in an event that I was taken, I needed to preserve my voice and strength. I must not encourage the kidnappers to hurt me, which I didn’t. Aside from the
Jade was talking animatedly to another student while smoothing out the pink poster on the wall. I walked towards the elevator a few feet from them, ignoring them, intending to ride the elevator to go to my class. A few other students were intrigued by the new poster and flocked to the female Lycan, listening to what she had to say.Jade’s soft-spoken voice was loud and clear while she explained to the group the importance of having a ‘well-woman exam’ at least once a year. Her words seemed to be filled with genuine concern and compassion for her fellow women, which made me huff. Where was that concern and compassion when she stole Henry from me?I pressed the button on the elevator again, willing for it to go down faster, but it was stuck on the fifth floor for some d amned reason. With a huff, I turned on my heels, and walked towards the stairs, but Jade’s words stopped me in my tracks.“Me?” She was smiling warmly while looking at the group of students in front of her. “As a matter
“I'm infertile?” I was thankful for the face mask I was wearing because it muffled my loud voice a bit and it helped to not shower the good doctor with spittle when I shouted. After a few days of holding it off because of my pride, I went back to Doctor Ortega’s clinic and endured all of the tests she wanted to do. I had a lot of terrible scenarios in my head during and a few days after the tests, but I never imagined that one. Given the doctor's concern, I thought I was dying. The final result was even worse. To say I was shocked was an understatement. “That's—no, it can't be!” As the future empress, it was my responsibility to have children. If I don't get to have that… I'll be useless. If Henry knew this— “I didn't say that,” the brown-haired doctor said, frowning a little. “I said you have polycystic ovary syndrome, Mary.” “Same difference.” I folded my arms on my chest. “I’ve heard of that condition. I won’t get pregnant if I have it.” “Why would that matter to you? I thou