All Chapters of The Royal Ascension: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The cermony started shortly and I tried to look any other bride as much as possible. Though if the audience have very observant eyes, I think they would notice that I am a little weird or that Landon and I are a little indifferent to each other. But well, I think there is just a small percentage that they would think something is wrong with Landon because he is kind of a good actor. He even kissed my hand when he reached out for me as we both faced the vampire who would wed us.I didn't feel anything when Landon did that for the sake of our pretend relationship. It's just, I got irritated on myself for imagining someone else's face. I really hope that I would soon forget all the worthless emotions and remnants of the past. Who knows Carter is also in somewhere, having his happy ever after with his new found mate? To be honest, I hate how Carter made me believe and feel that I was the woman destined for him, that we are destined for each other. I hate how he made me feel that his love

Insanity.If there is one word that could describe that night, it would be that word. I could not believe that I had actually brought myself to do that with Landon. I gave in. I gave my virtue to him and I could not believe that I really did that. Even when I was with Carter, we never came to that point. Or maybe Carter had just amazing self-control to step over his limits. And it was different with him before because I was a human and he needed to be careful.But then, it was also different with Landon, a lot different because in the first place, I had no feelings for him. I did not love him the way how I loved Carter before. So what the hell pushed me to throw all my inhibitions away and go with the flow. It is very obvious that Landon just wants to play. Of course what else could be the reason why he did that? It is impossible that he developed some kind of feelings for me in those couple of weeks. And Landon is certainly not the 'falling' type. I even doubt if he had a history of

Alec couldn’t speak in too much irritation and probably, anger. His eyes were so red, like the color of evil itself. The color of blood and war. The color of death. Yes, red can symbolize love like that of a rose. But it could symbolize many things such as what I have mentioned already.I know what I am doing is a big risk, but I have to try regardless. I need to save the innocent lives of those people who chose to stand by my side. They don’t deserve death like that especially when Alec is the one serving it. He is evil. His soul—if ever he has one which I doubt—deserves to rot in hell all together with his evil subordinates, especially Vienna. If only I am given a chance, I will really kill her. With the anger I am feeling for her, I won’t miss it for sure. She is just lucky that I am not capable enough to do that especially with the given circumstance. Because if only I was capable enough and there is no Alec blocking my way, I would have surely done it, given of course with the he

“Jaxon is outside,” just when Mom said that, I smelled a werewolf’s scent, Jaxon’s scent.Landon glanced at me with a darker expression. Of course he doesn’t like Jaxon. But then they are even because Jaxon feels the same. We just finished cooking pancakes and watching a football game while Mom throws question every now and then. I was a little uneasy about it though because I felt Mom has doubts on Landon, but the way I see it, Landon isn’t the least bit affected and is all polite to her. Well, maybe he’s trying to impress her. I would love that kind of effort given to my mother but as much as I want that, I also don’t want to put too much pressure on Landon’s shoulders. I don’t want him to feel that he has to force himself into doing something just for me. I don’t mind if he would show a little irritation or something, but he didn’t. or maybe he just really doesn’t mind.“I told him that you visited. He told me he is coming,” Mom went on.“When did you tell him? It’s just early in t

Slowly, the glittering thing above me became clear. It's a chandelier. I am in my room, in my bed. My sweat was dripping and I didn’t know why I was feeling so nervous."Don't worry, she is just fine," it was a familiar voice. Is it our family doctor?I closed my eyes for several seconds. When I opened it again, I froze when I saw my father's worried face, his sea-green eyes reflecting mine. I gulped, suddenly confused as to why I was feeling scared.I was about to ask what happened when I suddenly remembered something. It was as if I were drenched in cold water when everything I heard in the study came back to me. If there is a stronger feeling than being horrified, then that is what I'm feeling."I'll take my exit now, Lord Alzaro."Dad nodded at the doctor. I was gripped tightly by the blanket when the two of us were left there. My father never showed me violence. He always understands me, that it makes me feel guilty to be scared of him now."What is wrong, Eli?"I slowly climbed