All Chapters of ANOTHER GOBLIN'S BRIDE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONE The aroma coming from the brewed coffee was always been my wake-up call. Each morning, my Mother, Samantha, would prepare coffee and bread on the table for the three of us. It was an unbreakable morning routine for everyone. Mother's passion in baking started when I was five. Besides taking care of me, she had nothing to do that would make her busy. Afterwards, she started to run a bakery business. The store was just beside our home. It was a source of income and a hobby for her. At five o'clock in the morning, she would get up from bed to make breakfast. At six, she would open her store. Her breads were loved by our neighbors, especially those widower and unmarried men of her age. Mother was a beauty. Her elegance was always been overflowing just like a royalty. She moved in a smooth and attractive way, starting from the way she poured the hot coffee to our mugs, from the way she sipped her coffee and pinche

CHAPTER THREE Voices were everywhere. My head that was throbbing woke me up from unconsciousness. When I opened my eyes, I saw the night sky. It was plain black and the moon was watching me. Branches of trees and its leaves were adding up to my view. There were no stars but the night sky was still stunning. It looked like a painting from down here. I sat up from where I was lying and a sheath fell from my embrace. It was meant to protect me from the cold breeze. I was still wearing the same wet white dress. The red stain was still there and my wound was now wrapped up with a piece of cloth. But I was still in the woods. A bonfire at the center was illuminating and keeping the place warm. Group of people were gathering around it like they were having a meeting. And I was frightened with the sight of the weapons that were placed on the ground. Memories came rushing to me. I tried to stand up without ma

CHAPTER FIVE Kuya Zouli took me to the camp’s headquarter and training center. The place was meters away from the camp’s heart. It was filled with training materials and equipments, with obstacles around the ground and some weapons hanging by the sides. It was not the first time I entered the camp’s headquarter.  This would probably be the fifth or the sixth time, but I was here before for the reason of bringing packed foods for the trainees. I patiently waited for Kuya Zouli to spill the reason why I was brought here but he didn’t even talk to me along the way. He was just ignoring me. He would always treat me like I was some kind of dirt in his shoe. ”Morning, Amara!” some greeted me when they saw us walking. “Morning too! Don’t forget your lunch.” I greeted back. I was like a parrot repeating its words again and again every time we encountered someone al

CHAPTER SEVEN “Surprised?” the princess, who was really a witch, uttered. She then laughed wickedly and it sounded annoying to the ears. “How-“ that was the only word that came out from my lips. I was cut short after three royal guards came to me. They were armored and were holding swords. I looked back to where Master Dante was. He fell on his knees with his blood still dropping. Our members were with him, kneeling and all were badly injured. Augustos’ men were encircling them and pointing their swords towards their head. “Arrest her!” the wicked witch ordered her men. I breathed in and out. I charged my strength onto my hand blade. I should trust myself. I trained for months. The first guard tried to strike me with his sword. I barely escaped his first attempt and on his second I managed to make a cut some

CHAPTER NINE  As soon as the cells were opened, we ran our way out. The assigned guards to the underground prison were still sleeping heavily. Augustos was still unaware of our breakout. Together with the old captives and the rest of the campers, we climbed up the walls and made it to the forest. This must be the forest where Mother and Aunt Agatha run to escape the palace and save our lives. Fafaniya was still flying beside me. She was glowing in the dark like those fireflies in the woods, except for her shining dusts. The night breeze was cold and the forest was filled with mist coming from above.                              Amethyst who was struggling from her injured leg was being supported by my petite body. Her arm was p