Claiming His Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

LILY’S POV“....THINK OF THE BAD THING YOU HATE ABOUT THEM”With my shoes in each of my hands, I walked lifelessly up to my room, the noise from the hall becoming fainter the further I went. I wished the hurt would fade the same way the music did.At least the idiotic tears had ceased; I should be feeling embarrassed Rune had seen me in my anguish, and although he didn't take it seriously, making his usual jokes and giving me half-baked advice, it was evident in his countenance that he was solidly behind me.According to his advice, I was to find out the behavioral traits I detested about Adler, and somehow, that was supposed to help me get over the hurt ripping across my chest. The second piece of advice, ‘don't fuck them,’ was too late to unadminister. I wish it had come at least a month earlier.I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I needed the zzz’s more than ever, and hopefully, it was going to be easier to catch them now that I was both mentally and emotionally tired.I raised my face to

ADLERCall him a pervert, but since he had seen her step into the hall, a part of his brain insisted on stubbornly filling his head with pictures of her naked under his room's illumination. Then, trapping her under him until she was too exhausted to sneak out of his room.Wasn't that why he had changed his doors and the lock? Could one even call it a lock anymore? He felt the card poking his legs in the pocket; he felt a pang of guilt, but then it was funny watching her search desperately for the knob.And watching her lips move, pushing him to fury with a challenge? All he had wanted to do was kiss them shut. Without the slightest knowledge, she did know how to push his buttons.But now that he had where he wanted, he gave a crooked smile; he had an idea who would be having the last laugh.She obediently stepped out of her gown, standing before him in only red lacy pants, like sin itself, tempting his demons to come into play. Seven years had passed, and it showed on her; she was n

SARAThe only light in the warm, dark room came from the amber sparks in the fireplace, which occasionally let her see the door closed since she was thrown into this room.The death in the air grew stronger daily, filling her stomach and obstructing her airway.That she was not betraying Vladlet, that she meant no harm, would never be believed. All she had been interested in was that other human whose intentions were as pure as the expression on his face.He claimed to be called Priest, though he wasn't truly one. His intention was to assist her in escaping from Vladlet. Moreover, he wanted to maintain contact with her and asked to meet again.The light brown eyes were welcoming; they held no judgment or desire to possess her. He also respected her decision, addressed her as ma'am, and offered to pay without expecting anything.Her only fear was the prospect of never seeing him again, as she knew that once Vladlet entered the room, her life was essentially over.She could already env

KYRA.If history had taught her a thing, it was that anything that had to do with Rune always ended in a disaster.And by history, she meant all her life, right from the day the scrawny boy had stepped out of the godfather's ride, mouth dropping in awe as he took in the manor, unsure if to make a move or continue to trail mud on the floor.Even then, he was severely in need of a haircut and a bath, which had been the beginning of their lifelong conflict, for she had made the mistake of pinching her nose when he walked past her.Okay, to be truthful, she did not only pinch her nose."Hola senorita, estaba esperando…" He wasn't done speaking when a seven-year-old her had pinched her nose and hollered, "What's that smell?"In her defense, she was a young, spoiled brat who still felt the world revolved around her.Rune had taken it personally. One thing led to another, and they became die-hard enemies whose only interaction was because of their line of expertise.But unlike this Rune, he

ADLER"You..." The confusion was etched on her brow when she gawked at him. “You want to give me a job?”He didn't need to ask to understand that she hadn't enjoyed a peaceful night's sleep the previous night. It was evident in the dark circles under her eyes, the lackluster look in her pupils, and her cautious steps when she walked into his office and found him unsealing an envelope.He couldn't discern what troubled her as she scrutinized his desk, her eyes wandering over documents and cards.He feared it would happen when he returned her cell phone; he was sure the threat calls were back. Would it be an invasion of privacy if he were to spy on her conversations? Her trust in him would be ruined, but on the upside, her problems would be solvable.But first things first, “Isobel needs a caretaker, and since we have one in the manor,” he gestured to her, "I figured there would be less use in hanging out a wanted placard.”Why this? Well, there were reasons“You sound like in the next