I was shaking in anger as I stormed into my room. My parents had been in the sitting room talking about something but I didn't care to pause or stop to greet them - I was too angry to pay heed to anyone. Once I got to my room, I flung myself to the bed, and shut my eyes tightly as if they would, in any way, take away the anger or the whole reality of the mess surrounding me. It didn't. The anger only built because closing my eyes made me remember the princess slash monster and her words. /You cannot stop them./ So what then is the point of all these? What exactl;y were we doing here? If we cannot stop them, if really nothing can be done, that means I was just wasting my precious time. Might as well just sit, live my life and allow the monsters to kill and kill until they get to me. At least I knew what was coming and whatever time I had left I could make use of it to live to the fullest. But it didn't make any sense. If truly nothing could be done about this - if there was t
Natalie’s POVI ran out of the house, my face wet from crying. I was so tired. Tired of everything. Tired of pretending to be married to Sebastian. Tired of his mom saying mean things about me. She called me a gold digger. She said I wasn’t good enough for him. It hurt so much.“Natalie, wait!” I heard Sebastian calling behind me. He was running after me, but I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to talk to him. His mom’s words kept ringing in my head, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.I reached the door, but before I could open it, Sebastian caught up. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Natalie, stop,” he said, breathing hard. “We need to talk.”I turned to face him and wiped my face. “I can’t do this anymore, Sebastian,” I said, my voice shaking. “Your mom hates me. She always says I’m not good enough for you. I’m tired of pretending.”Sebastian looked confused. “Pretending? What are you talking about?”“This,” I said, waving my hand between us
Natalie’s POV I ran out of the house, my face wet from crying. I was so tired. Tired of everything. Tired of pretending to be married to Sebastian. Tired of his mom saying mean things about me. She called me a gold digger. She said I wasn’t good enough for him. It hurt so much. “Natalie, wait!” I heard Sebastian calling behind me. He was running after me, but I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to talk to him. His mom’s words kept ringing in my head, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I reached the door, but before I could open it, Sebastian caught up. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Natalie, stop,” he said, breathing hard. “We need to talk.” I turned to face him and wiped my face. “I can’t do this anymore, Sebastian,” I said, my voice shaking. “Your mom hates me. She always says I’m not good enough for you. I’m tired of pretending.” Sebastian looked confused. “Pretending? What are you talking about?” “This,” I said, waving my hand bet
Natalie’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about that phone call. Who was that person? Why did they want to see me? And why now, when everything in my life was already falling apart? I kept hearing that voice over and over again: “See me.”It made my skin crawl.Sebastian stayed by my side the whole night. He didn’t say much, but I could feel how tense he was. I wasn’t the only one scared. It was like we were both waiting for something bad to happen.The next morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up in bed, looking over at Sebastian, who was awake too. He had dark circles under his eyes, and I knew he hadn’t slept either.“I have to go,” I said quietly.Sebastian looked at me, frowning. “Go where?”“I have to see this person. The one who called me. I need to know who it is.”Sebastian shook his head. “That’s too dangerous, Natalie. We don’t know who this person is or what they want.”“I know,” I said, biting my lip. “But I can’t just
Sebastian’s POVNatalie hadn’t said a word since we left the park. Her eyes were glued to the window, but I knew she wasn’t seeing anything. She was thinking about him. Alfred. The guy who wrecked her and still had the nerve to show up and mess with her head.I hated seeing her like this, trapped in her thoughts. But I didn’t want to push her. Natalie was the type who needed time to process things, to figure out how she felt. But waiting for her to sort through this on her own was killing me.I pulled up in front of her apartment and turned off the engine, letting the silence stretch for a bit. I knew I had to say something before she spiraled deeper into whatever she was thinking, but I wasn’t sure how to start. I gripped the steering wheel, feeling the tension building inside me.Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you really thinking about what he said?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, even though I was frustrated.She turned to look at me, her face a mix of confusion
I was shaking in anger as I stormed into my room. My parents had been in the sitting room talking about something but I didn't care to pause or stop to greet them - I was too angry to pay heed to anyone. Once I got to my room, I flung myself to the bed, and shut my eyes tightly as if they would, in any way, take away the anger or the whole reality of the mess surrounding me. It didn't. The anger only built because closing my eyes made me remember the princess slash monster and her words. /You cannot stop them./ So what then is the point of all these? What exactl;y were we doing here? If we cannot stop them, if really nothing can be done, that means I was just wasting my precious time. Might as well just sit, live my life and allow the monsters to kill and kill until they get to me. At least I knew what was coming and whatever time I had left I could make use of it to live to the fullest. But it didn't make any sense. If truly nothing could be done about this - if there was t
(Natalie’s POV) The room went quiet after Sebastian said those words. “I love you.” For a moment, I couldn’t even process it. My brain froze, and my heart started pounding, but I had no idea what to say. I just stood there, staring at him, trying to make sense of everything. Sebastian didn’t speak again. He just stood there, watching me, waiting. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched, and I knew he wanted me to say something. Anything. But I didn’t know what to say. I turned away from him, my mind swirling with questions. He loved me? Could that be true? After everything that had happened between us, all the mistakes, could he really mean it? I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions in my chest. I needed to think. I needed space. “I need to go,” I whispered, avoiding his gaze. “Natalie...” Sebastian’s voice was soft, but he didn’t move. “I can’t do this right now,” I muttered, heading towards the door. I needed to get out of h
The more I discovered, the more mysterious this whole thing became. To be honest,I was starting to wish that I was running into dead ends, at least that way, I’d have known I wasn’t making any progress.Prophecies? damn reborn witches?It was like something from a paranormal movie and I was begin to get a goddamn headache. In the movies or books, there would always be a little clue leading to the next step, but the reality was far different. How was I supposed to stop what had killed Thalia, my best friend and was steadily butchering the towns people if I couldn’t even figure out what it was and what it wanted now?I turned my parents’ book upside down, flipped through the pages again, and again, and then once more for extra measure, but there was still nothing.“Damn it,” I exclaimed with an exhausted sigh.More than ever, it felt like I was failing everybody by not getting to the bottom of this. I knew it wasn’t my duty, but it felt like this was my destiny. Where would the Voltak s
The more I discovered, the more mysterious this whole thing became. To be honest,I was starting to wish that I was running into dead ends, at least that way, I’d have known I wasn’t making any progress.Prophecies? damn reborn witches?It was like something from a paranormal movie and I was begin to get a goddamn headache. In the movies or books, there would always be a little clue leading to the next step, but the reality was far different. How was I supposed to stop what had killed Thalia, my best friend and was steadily butchering the towns people if I couldn’t even figure out what it was and what it wanted now?I turned my parents’ book upside down, flipped through the pages again, and again, and then once more for extra measure, but there was still nothing.“Damn it,” I exclaimed with an exhausted sigh.More than ever, it felt like I was failing everybody by not getting to the bottom of this. I knew it wasn’t my duty, but it felt like this was my destiny. Where would the Voltak s
(Natalie’s POV) The room went quiet after Sebastian said those words. “I love you.” For a moment, I couldn’t even process it. My brain froze, and my heart started pounding, but I had no idea what to say. I just stood there, staring at him, trying to make sense of everything. Sebastian didn’t speak again. He just stood there, watching me, waiting. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched, and I knew he wanted me to say something. Anything. But I didn’t know what to say. I turned away from him, my mind swirling with questions. He loved me? Could that be true? After everything that had happened between us, all the mistakes, could he really mean it? I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions in my chest. I needed to think. I needed space. “I need to go,” I whispered, avoiding his gaze. “Natalie...” Sebastian’s voice was soft, but he didn’t move. “I can’t do this right now,” I muttered, heading towards the door. I needed to get out of h
I was shaking in anger as I stormed into my room. My parents had been in the sitting room talking about something but I didn't care to pause or stop to greet them - I was too angry to pay heed to anyone. Once I got to my room, I flung myself to the bed, and shut my eyes tightly as if they would, in any way, take away the anger or the whole reality of the mess surrounding me. It didn't. The anger only built because closing my eyes made me remember the princess slash monster and her words. /You cannot stop them./ So what then is the point of all these? What exactl;y were we doing here? If we cannot stop them, if really nothing can be done, that means I was just wasting my precious time. Might as well just sit, live my life and allow the monsters to kill and kill until they get to me. At least I knew what was coming and whatever time I had left I could make use of it to live to the fullest. But it didn't make any sense. If truly nothing could be done about this - if there was t
Sebastian’s POVNatalie hadn’t said a word since we left the park. Her eyes were glued to the window, but I knew she wasn’t seeing anything. She was thinking about him. Alfred. The guy who wrecked her and still had the nerve to show up and mess with her head.I hated seeing her like this, trapped in her thoughts. But I didn’t want to push her. Natalie was the type who needed time to process things, to figure out how she felt. But waiting for her to sort through this on her own was killing me.I pulled up in front of her apartment and turned off the engine, letting the silence stretch for a bit. I knew I had to say something before she spiraled deeper into whatever she was thinking, but I wasn’t sure how to start. I gripped the steering wheel, feeling the tension building inside me.Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you really thinking about what he said?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, even though I was frustrated.She turned to look at me, her face a mix of confusion
Natalie’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about that phone call. Who was that person? Why did they want to see me? And why now, when everything in my life was already falling apart? I kept hearing that voice over and over again: “See me.”It made my skin crawl.Sebastian stayed by my side the whole night. He didn’t say much, but I could feel how tense he was. I wasn’t the only one scared. It was like we were both waiting for something bad to happen.The next morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up in bed, looking over at Sebastian, who was awake too. He had dark circles under his eyes, and I knew he hadn’t slept either.“I have to go,” I said quietly.Sebastian looked at me, frowning. “Go where?”“I have to see this person. The one who called me. I need to know who it is.”Sebastian shook his head. “That’s too dangerous, Natalie. We don’t know who this person is or what they want.”“I know,” I said, biting my lip. “But I can’t just
Natalie’s POV I ran out of the house, my face wet from crying. I was so tired. Tired of everything. Tired of pretending to be married to Sebastian. Tired of his mom saying mean things about me. She called me a gold digger. She said I wasn’t good enough for him. It hurt so much. “Natalie, wait!” I heard Sebastian calling behind me. He was running after me, but I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to talk to him. His mom’s words kept ringing in my head, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I reached the door, but before I could open it, Sebastian caught up. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Natalie, stop,” he said, breathing hard. “We need to talk.” I turned to face him and wiped my face. “I can’t do this anymore, Sebastian,” I said, my voice shaking. “Your mom hates me. She always says I’m not good enough for you. I’m tired of pretending.” Sebastian looked confused. “Pretending? What are you talking about?” “This,” I said, waving my hand bet
Natalie’s POVI ran out of the house, my face wet from crying. I was so tired. Tired of everything. Tired of pretending to be married to Sebastian. Tired of his mom saying mean things about me. She called me a gold digger. She said I wasn’t good enough for him. It hurt so much.“Natalie, wait!” I heard Sebastian calling behind me. He was running after me, but I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to talk to him. His mom’s words kept ringing in my head, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.I reached the door, but before I could open it, Sebastian caught up. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Natalie, stop,” he said, breathing hard. “We need to talk.”I turned to face him and wiped my face. “I can’t do this anymore, Sebastian,” I said, my voice shaking. “Your mom hates me. She always says I’m not good enough for you. I’m tired of pretending.”Sebastian looked confused. “Pretending? What are you talking about?”“This,” I said, waving my hand between us
I was shaking in anger as I stormed into my room. My parents had been in the sitting room talking about something but I didn't care to pause or stop to greet them - I was too angry to pay heed to anyone. Once I got to my room, I flung myself to the bed, and shut my eyes tightly as if they would, in any way, take away the anger or the whole reality of the mess surrounding me. It didn't. The anger only built because closing my eyes made me remember the princess slash monster and her words. /You cannot stop them./ So what then is the point of all these? What exactl;y were we doing here? If we cannot stop them, if really nothing can be done, that means I was just wasting my precious time. Might as well just sit, live my life and allow the monsters to kill and kill until they get to me. At least I knew what was coming and whatever time I had left I could make use of it to live to the fullest. But it didn't make any sense. If truly nothing could be done about this - if there was t
I was shaking in anger as I stormed into my room. My parents had been in the sitting room talking about something but I didn't care to pause or stop to greet them - I was too angry to pay heed to anyone.Once I got to my room, I flung myself to the bed, and shut my eyes tightly as if they would, in any way, take away the anger or the whole reality of the mess surrounding me.It didn't.The anger only built because closing my eyes made me remember the princess slash monster and her words. /You cannot stop them./So what then is the point of all these?What exactl;y were we doing here?If we cannot stop them, if really nothing can be done, that means I was just wasting my precious time. Might as well just sit, live my life and allow the monsters to kill and kill until they get to me. At least I knew what was coming and whatever time I had left I could make use of it to live to the fullest.But it didn't make any sense.If truly nothing could be done about this - if there was truly no h