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Proliferate: the Lures of the Emperor!
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Chaitali: The Saga begins Walking On The Eggshells
Who could he be? I always wonder. He had to be someone special for my mother to give up her life for him. Mom jumped off the cliff for him leaving me, her own flesh and blood, behind. It has been years but the dread and yearning is always there—as if a part of me is missing. There is restlessness, grief, and vulnerability. For years, I have been a wandering spirit roaming around in search of solace. I am desperate to fill in anyhow. I wish I could see him, meet him, talk to him. I want to shake him by the collar and ask him why he did what he did. Did he really play around my mother as the wise one claims? Was there no love, devotion, and sacrifice on his part? Why did he not die along with my mother? The subjects call my mother a fool and a traitor for choosing him above all of us. Why did he mock her faith? I want to see the creature who made me so bitter. Where is he now? Who is he? How is he spending the remnants of her life without her? Why did he disappear when he
Chaitali: The Saga begins Shaach-eeo
‘Don’t you dare!’ I hissed into Sierra’s ear. ‘What do you mean, Luna? I—’ ‘Don’t play games with me! You can’t be in two places at once!’ Sliding my arms around her, I hug her fiercely. ‘I know you want to be. I do, too. But you can’t.’ ‘I…I know. But I have to! I can’t endure this anymore.’ She narrows her eyes at me. Heaving a defeated sigh, I look out of the window. Seems like it’s the new hobby I have picked up—sulk. I sulk like I have been sulking all along. Sulk. Sulk. SULK! Outside, the downpour has reduced to drizzle. The car passes through a central square and stops in front of a tall tower. It is dull and rather shabby today. Shaach-eero is wailing in tears. ‘It’s your first time here. Are you excited?' I hear Ibhaan asking. He passes a folder to Kavish in the passenger seat and turns completely to me. I almost shiver under his gaze. ‘The dick that stretches your cunt.’ The text and the memory of a certain night in his bed with his head in-between my legs does no
Chaitali: The Saga begins I Just Want Attention!
I clumsily follow Ibhaan into the Manor, switched on his side, took off my dirty footwear and thrust my bare legs in the cotton flip-flops kept exclusively for the visitors in the lounge and launch away to stare at the wall that behold glories. ‘It’s unbelievable.’ Sierra whispers in awe at the massive chain of golden-rimmed portrayls of creatures with fangs. ‘It’s like your palace in Ah–’ ‘Arin!’ Ibhaan is on my side in a snap and almost all of our eyes widen at Sierra’s slip of tongue. I momentarily freeze in the spot. Hell! Please tell me, he did not hear the ‘Ah’ of Ahi-Empire and ‘your palace’ in the sentence. ‘Arin!’ He calls again. Keeping my expression in check, I slowly turn to him with a small smile. ‘Ye…yeah!’ I pass through the ancient grandeur palace, through its triple series of open courtyards and corridors, and reached in the middle. Variayana Manor is Shaach-eero’s pride and Vetri Pond is the ‘jewel in the crown' of that pride. The premise is a benchma
Chaitali: The Saga begins Raging Bulls Brings Us Closer
Looks like I have offended some unwanted heroes. Duh huh!‘Why have you never brought your gorgeous mates to any of my weddings before, Ibhaan? Oh, my! They are absolutely stunning, just like my fiance? Better.’ The fact that his eyes linger a bit longer on my cleavage pisses me off. I curl my palms to the side and count to ten. He notices the fury in my eyes yet smirks shamelessly. ‘Far better. I cannot believe you have been hiding them all this while. I am upset, ladies. I never get to see pretty faces. The young budding ladies-ah!’ The Old Bald Fart chuckles like a dirty pig taking a swig of his ‘blood frappe’. (It could be whiskey, mocktail, or plain coconut water for all I care. It’s blood-red, which makes it disgusting. His ugly pale hands around transparent glass worsen it.)His lust-dripping eyes rape Huine and me openly as he reluctantly tears it away and faces my fuming mate instead.My mate????? The little bitch is up in no time. My mate?? It repeats that I choose to ignor
Chaitali: The Saga begins What Am I Supposed to Do?
I am on an island. The air stirs on the waves, swirling over and around, rustling the trees in the jungle that stretched behind my back. Rows of palm trees are planted on my left with ample greenery full of pine trees and Indian Rosewood, and to my right is a fall that never ends. I am with a serpent who looks down with nothing but satisfying contentment in her orbs. A manly hand strokes my head. Snapping my head, I come face-to-face with someone I do not recognize. He is a bluehead male—tall, extremely pale and lean with a witty smirk on his face. The duo beams at me with parental affection. For a moment, the time stills as we look at each other. The couple’s smiles broaden the longer the time stretches. ‘Mommy?’ The words fly out of my mouth. Instantly, my palm cup over my mouth. I mumble the word one more time in disbelief. I have never used it aloud. At least, I do not remember using it aloud. My shivering gaze flickers over the female who nods at me with unshed tears
Chaitali: The Saga begins Sarah?
The Previous day— The clock had rolled off to four when we hit the road for the grand procession. The engagement was a spectacular, magical occasion with crowds cramming outside The Phoenix resembling a herd of directionless sheep. The roads were blocked throughout the city with vampires, witches, grim-reapers, ghosts, and even the fairies scattered in a confused heap at the marvellous entrance awaiting the long-due arrival of the First Son (His ugliness) and his soon-to-be bride. (A charming princess) A wave of excitement washed over the city. Tiny flags waved over the countless heads as the audience hooted, aligning with the rhythms of saxophones, trampolines, and bands of the elite Army. There were keepsake wedding souvenirs everywhere, studded brooches, wedding cards, decks, ribbons, aroma candles, figurines, calendars, cups, t-shirts, belts, bras, condoms…condoms? People are gonna put his face on their d**k. Granted, he the prick is an upset dick himself. Seriously? I giggle
Chaitali: The Saga begins Boobie-woobie woo
‘Could be a past love. He couldn’t be clinging to your pseudo name at Tiffany’s. Could he?’ Ella trailed off thoughtfully and almost immediately a piercing sensation went through my heart as if someone had stabbed me with a sharp knife. I want to use the same knife to stab Ibhaan’s existence out of the goddamn world. Should I ask him about the woman? I wondered. Damn! Don’t tell me he is already cheating on the horse voice before the wedding! Oops! And here I thought the wolves to be better if not superior in that department. It’s unacceptable, immoral, unethical, and wrong. It…hurts. ‘You have not let him shove his dick in any of your holes for almost what…three weeks now? Shouldn’t you be the one responsible?’ Ella proposed rationally and I couldn’t help but defend my toes like a wounded gorilla or an equally fierce version of a resembling creature. ‘I did!’ I shrieked, balling my fist to the side. ‘Besides, ain’t it his duty to stay loyal to the she-wolf he is going to comm
Chaitali: The Saga begins Cursed Endurance
Ibhaan’s Head: ‘When it’s going to end, huh? I might as well become a skeleton here. It’s unedurable Alpha. Help me! Help. Me.’ Kavish groaned, rolling his eyes. Miraculously, he reciprocates the smiles thrown his way when internally he could be a screaming mess for all we know. ‘True, what’s the point of dragging it so long when it will only last no more than a day?’ Subhaan deadpanned, nibbling on the crispy starter. His deep blue eyes search the massive hall for the familiar face of his mate who has been stolen away by some international delicacies. Adrian, the only non-Alpha in the group, meanwhile plays with the tissue—moulding it in some eccentric shape like he always does. ‘Two whole keynote speakers droning monotonously about the all the pseudo-accomplishments of barely their FS. Nothing sexier than shrimp cocktails and an hour and a half of speeches on eternal love. Esh! Can you find anything more fascinating?’ Gusteau, Subhaan’s ever so silent and genius Beta, grunts
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