All Chapters of Whisper of the stone heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NELDRISDYD : It was time to return to the banquet and meet the people I was supposed to; we were in the carriage. Furthermore, I had to care for my new interesting acquired slave I didn’t intend to buy. I was in awe of her survival; I shot the arrow to release her from her suffering. My eyes witnessed a real wonder: the act of a sacrifice. Did she know my poison slipped faster to the heart once the blood ran faster in the veins? The most important matter now was Erasmus words; she was unruly, untamed, defiance ran inside her veins. She was someone who didn’t care about rules and threw her life everywhere. The kind of person I wanted. Erasmus insisted she was human and my slave contract on her chest worked perfectly. Weren’t humans supposed to be less hurt by any tentative made by other races in Dotoria? It was already so suspicious. “Tell me. Aren’t you a human?” Her shoulder was leaning against the door her gaze lost in the thick canvas

  NELDRISDYD : As I expected, it was a lie. And that lie almost cost her life. I was eager to kill her, now she was mine. Nonetheless, she was the exact copy of Veronica but she wasn’t her. Because if Veronica was here, she would have already used her hands to seduce me, like she always did. Except for her different eyes, she had a bigger chest. Soft. Plump. My hands enjoyed massaging them and they couldn’t even hold all of her flesh in palms. In the end, I retracted my hands since she slept quickly. Was I this relaxing? I intended to ask more questions. I waved my hand and a shadow guard appeared behind me. “Quickly look for information about my slave. More importantly, Dig the royal family history and look for a missing twin child.” “Yes, my Lord.” She jumped when I moved to let her sleep comfortably; she was beautiful as a wild rose with a lot of thorns. I found a gold mine; she could be the future Veronica and mi

DAHLIA : I swallowed watching the Duke turning into a monstrous being growing in strength. What happened? What did I do? I was just protecting myself. Should I escape? They would probably think I tried to murder the Duke and kill me. I didn’t want to die. Oh! Please God! I didn’t want to waste my life on something trivial. But what happened to him? My body froze in its place and my eyes watched the Duke letting his sword fall to the ground and clasping his head between his arm twisting and screaming. It was as if he was trying to control something in him. My legs trembled under me as I tried to flee. I wanted to get out of here. I didn’t know what happened but I wasn’t ready to give up my life. “What are you doing?” Mimi asked. “My sister is suffering there. Grab her first then let’s flee away together.” “But she… She… She is next to him. I-I-I can’t get close. I don’t want to die. I struggled hard to stay alive. You were the one who tol

DAHLIA : Before my senses came back to me, all traces left by the battle were wiped clean. The training ground I stared at from the window was the same as when we started fighting. It was then I began to realize the Duke didn’t want anyone to know about his curse, he put so much effort into hiding it and the sword I used to slay him let it go loose. I bet he would never forgive me; everyone said he was a dark Duke, full of cruelty and mercilessness. As cold sweat washed over my back, I could still hear the scream he made when the curse got a hold of him. I tried to ask the swords what happened later and I was met with inconvenience; Mimi and Momo didn’t want to share a word with me. I was confident he would rob my life than it already was if I talked about what happened; I should act as nothing happened. Nonetheless, I felt different since then. The fear of death was still present in me but I earned another thing: I wanted to help others if I co

DAHLIA : Fredden left me as fast as he came. I stared at his back, disappearing behind the crowd and the Duke’s face with a mask appearing after him. He sat down pushing a satchel he brought with him. I realized our meals were late and no eyes followed him. “Go and wear this! It might be the first and last present you might get from me. After that, we are strangers in disguise. You will be on your own,” he said. How was I supposed to wear black like a widow? I shouldn’t be choosy. I looked around searching for a place to change my clothes. Guessing my question, he walked away and I followed him. His hand found mine in the midst of all the noise and people moving in all direction. My cheeks felt hot and my eyes lowered to watch our hands intertwined together. Strangely, I didn’t hate his contact or touch. I found myself aware of all his movements, my eyes following him everywhere. He was weird but his back was so wide. We walked through a