All Chapters of This Is MY Story: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I woke up, barely breathing. The first thing I saw as soon as I opened my eyes was a foot shamelessly resting on top of my chest. I glared at the foot, planning to tickle it, but I threw the idea away, seeing that the said foot is just inches away from my face. I don’t want to be kicked in the face first thing in the morning. I decided to pinch the foot, however; I regretted it the moment the foot suddenly jolted upwards, only to fall back on my chest again. This caused me to wheeze at the sudden impact.“What the actual fuck!” I can’t help but curse out loud. Aziel stirred from his sleep and tried to open his eyes, but failed and got back to sleep. I held Jayce’s ankle and roughly removed it from me. I threw his leg to the side and pushed him out of the bed. I heard a groan from him, but as quickly as his sleep was disturbed, his breathing went back to a steady pace- showing that he went back to sleep again. I sat up and stretched my sore a

The sun has risen, and yet I’m still wide awake. I spent the night thinking of my purpose in this world. Before I was teleported here, I just finished having an existential crisis. Now, I have to do it all over again. I can easily ignore it back in my world since I can just live my life in my own terms. Here, however, feels like my fate is planned. Situations like this only happen in books or movies.Looking at my captor, I can’t help but envy his sleeping state. It’s really unfair how he doesn’t look unflattering. He looks beautiful while sleeping, even much more when he wakes up!I rolled my eyes and let out a huff. Suddenly, he abruptly stood up, looking like a lost kid. The innocent look didn’t last when he finally noticed my free state. Without wasting time, he lunged at me. I barely avoided him. Scampering away, I immediately placed a distance between us.“WAIT! HEAR ME OUT FIRST!” I raised my hands to stop him fro

We’ve been standing for hours, there’s no sign of any person coming, and my legs are gone. What are we even waiting for? When my legs finally gave up, I sat down. However, my captor had other plans. He pulled me up by my collar with a condemning look. “I will not let you disrespect the king like that,” he glared at me before pushing me. Ouch. I don’t like this kind of treatment; cold and mean. It doesn’t help when the aura of the palace is frigid. Everything is a dark shade of gray and screams dourness. Although the carpet and the throne are color red, it only added to the tense atmosphere this place gives. Even the plants can’t help liven up the place. The palace looks like a big wilting flower in the middle of the meadow. (More like a weed). It looks the same as the prison building we passed by earlier! Who would live here? Just being in this place feels like it sucks my soul out of my body. It’s just… lifeless. I shifted my weight o

EVERYTHING IS NOT FINE! I’m still in the middle of my first lap when I greedily heaved for air. So much for ‘just try to keep your breathing stable.’ My lungs are bleeding while the world spun. There was agitation that spread throughout my body as my mind dreadfully warns me of incoming nausea.   For the first seconds of my lap, I jogged at a steady pace and had even breathing. I was overconfident that I can finish those laps without my lungs collapsing. However, that mean prince caught up to my pace and insulted my pathetic attempt at running. He pushed me to run faster, then ran ahead. My hate for cardio surpassed my hate for people who touch my things without permission. When I tried to slow down and catch my breath, an arrow shot past me. It’s only then I realized I’m already on the left side of the field and the people are now facing me while they aimed their weapons in my direction. I saw the mean prince behind them and it triggered my figh

As usual, I’ll never see Vaughn for the entire day. I walked alone to the training area ahead of everyone. Well, I hoped I’m early enough to bask in the field's peacefulness without the bloody training and the mean prince. I lost all hope when he was already there, running on the other side of the field. I quickly hid behind the tree, hoping that he didn’t see me. I sat on the roots of the tree and played with the snow. The woods in front of me are scary because it was still dusk. Though, I would choose the scary woods over the mean prince. Even if I were to walk bravely into the field, my body passionately rejects the idea. Hoping is a futile thing to do this morning. This was proved when the mean prince suddenly appeared in thin air. I frantically stood up straight and greeted him. He only smiled fakely at me before glaring. “100 pushups.” And that’s how you ruin my mood: be the mean prince. He knew that I have weak arms and can barely