[ THE WARRIOR'S STORY ]JACQUELINE'S P.O.V — ~ “When we all die, where do we go?” ~That is a question that every living human on Earth asks from time to time. And there are multiple answers to this question. Most believe it depends on how you have lived your life on Earth. If you have proven to be worthy of the Kingdom of God, you will ascend to Heaven. And if you have lived a bad life, you descend to Hell. But I went to neither of those places. In Alkhemi, you are either floating in the Heavens, or you're going through something worse than Hell. It is a mixture of both. But for me recently, I have been going through hell.Like now. “Ahh!” I let out another war cry as I run towards the man with blue eyes and dark, brown hair.My sword is raised as I near him. Then, all of a sudden, the sword slips out of my hand. When I snap my head around, I find one of the seven with their hand lifted up, and fist clenched. I am shocked by this extremity of power. But I do not let it distract
[ THE LOVE THAT KILLS ] Despite our various differences, we are all tied together by one thing. Death. In the Kingdom of Alkhemi, everyone and everything has died at least once. We all die at the end. Despite our differences, we are all made similar by one thing — mortality. But then, even death allows for dissimilarities. We all die in different ways. Some are killed by a lover, others by sickness/illness, and many are killed in fatal accidents. And luckily for some, they get taken away by natural causes, such as old age. But this is not for those people. This is for those who have been wrongfully and forcefully snatched away from their loved ones before they got the chance to say 'goodbye'. [ JACQUELINE ] I remember when I had asked Jacqueline how she had died, and what she got reincarnated as. Our conversation had gone this way. “What about you? Are you a Vampire?” I had asked.“Do I look like a Vampire?” She had joked, running a nervous hand through her hair like she
[ IN WHICH SHE ESCAPES THE PROBLEM OF SIN ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— My eyes avert from the ceiling when I hear the door open. With dazed brown eyes, I search for the intruder. Entering through the door, I find him there. Sin. The door closes gently behind him. “You are awake.” He states. I roll my eyes away and I sink deeper into the sheets. Letting out a moan, I stretch my body out on the bed, before I say, “You sound surprised.” I can hear the slight confusion in his voice as he replies. “No, I am not surprised.” My eyes dart to him. He stands at the foot of the bed, and his tall build hovers over me. “Of course, you are not surprised. You are used to this already. You are used to having me around, used to having me come back to you. I never leave you. So, when I was laying there, dying, you were probably relaxed while everyone else was worried.” He settles onto the bed. The mattress moves from his weight. “You do not know what you are talking about.” Stubborn as always, I say. “
[ IN WHICH SHE ENTERS THE PROBLEM OF ROME ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— I place my palms on the railing of the balcony. Worried, I peer over the metal bar. Below me, there is nothing.I see nothing. The land of Alkhemi has been covered by darkness. And that means it has been 12 hours since Sin had left with the warriors to the Land of Avsky. He should have been back by now. They should have saved Jacqueline and returned by now. A quest like this shouldn’t take much time except something bad had already happened. … [something bad like what, November?] … The voice in my head asks. I try to ignore it, but she speaks again. … [you think they may have died? yes, you are right, they have died] … “Shut up.” I growl, slapping palms on the cold railing. After that, the voice silences. I'm hoping it silences forever. Despite this new found silence, I am still troubled with the possibility that something bad has happened. Luca has proven to be dangerous. It will be a mistake to underestimate him
warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden you are about to read has been labelled mature, because of it's sexual content which may not be suitable for all readers. viewer discretion is advised.[ IN WHICH SHE KEENS INTO ROME ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — I am out of control. But I do not mind. I like this. I like this version of me that Rome has managed to pull out. I want to explore more, to see what happens when he tempts me with the forbidden. Unable to control myself, I find myself keening against him. I rub my chest against him, getting relief from the sensation. “Ugh, Faye.” Rome groans, tugging my lower lip into his mouth. “You make me so hard.” His hand on my back dips lower and lower, until he is between my thighs. I part them, aching – aching so desperately – and his middle finger, eager as ever, pushes against my pussy. “Oh shit.” I whisper, fisting his shirt. Maybe because of the fabric of my shorts, that one finger is giving me just the right amount of pressure to make the
[ IN WHICH SHE LIES ] Sin got back that same night. They all arrived safely that same night — no scratches, no cuts, no injuries. They had arrived all in one piece, chanting a victory song. The warriors who had accompanied Sin to the battleground were full of light despite being surrounded by the darkness. Anyone could tell that they had conquered effortlessly and accomplished their goal of saving a fellow member of the Grand Alkhemi. They had Jacqueline with them. She had a blanket around her. She was the only one with bruises and cuts on her face. Her white hair had been stained with blood. By the way she gripped the blanket around her shoulders, I knew she had been desperately trying to cover up her other bruises. When I laid eyes on her, I was filled with so much anger that I wanted to teleport to the Land of Avsky myself, find Luca and beat the crap out of him. But who was I to talk? I was just as evil as Luca. I had done something so despicable that I deserved to be punishe
[ IN WHICH SHE LEARNS ABOUT JACQUELINE ]I place a gentle knock on the door. Seconds later, it opens. It reveals the battered face of the female warrior. She has cuts and bruises decorating her pale, white skin. From her appearance, I can tell that she wears her bruises both physically and emotionally. She has purple blotches on her cheekbones, and dark circles have covered her once-beautiful under eyes. When I saw her last night, I tried approaching her, but she quickly ran upstairs to her room before I could get close. Even then, her bruises did not look as bad as they do now. It seems that while cleaning the wounds, she had accidentally injured herself for the second time. Or maybe it wasn’t an accident. And she deliberately hurt herself? “Oh, poor you. What did Luca do to you?” I reach my hands to touch her swollen cheek, but she quickly takes a step back. In a harsh tone, she says. “My apologies, your majesty. But I would like to be alone at the moment.” “Oh.” I mouth, retr
[ IN WHICH SHE IS FOOLISH OR MIGHT HAVE COMPLETELY LOST HER MIND ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —If my hours spent with Jacqueline has taught me one thing, it is that — 'do not live your life with regrets'.Regrets eat you up, slowly. They devour you. They diminish you and shatter your whole being. So, I promise to live without regrets. Honestly, Jacqueline's situation isn't so different from mine. With each decision I make, I feel like I am self-destructing, leading myself closer and closer to my death. Because why the hell did I give into Rome? Why did I let my emotions control me? Why did I give into lust? Why did I let him touch me? And why did I like it so much? Why do I crave his touch every second of the day? And why do I crave him more than I crave Sin?This secret will be the death of me.But I am glad that I have come to this realization. So, now, I will stay away from Rome — the secret and the mistake. He might as well be a temptation.If I make a mistake that I come to regret in the