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49| The Devils Blood.
Dream ShadowI know it has been a while since I updated this book and I apologize. Thank you for your time and patience. Xx
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Defiant Queen 50| Excites Me.
I was drowning in my nightmares that were suffocating me. I was in a box of sand, sinking, unable to catch my breath. Then out of nowhere, Konstatins' hands were snaking around my waist, and the cold chill of his gun glided over my shuddering body. The sound of a door creaking open fills my ear canals as I look up and watch Sandro approaching us. The foul scent of cigarettes, the whisper of Nicos' next line of threats, and the guard's goading ring in my ears as he egged them all on. Leo's fists pound and pound… into a faceless figure that lies motionless on the ground.Grunts filled with savage rage resonate through the air.Fingers feather over my arm, and I am hauled upright with a sharp inhale. Two liquid bronze eyes with flecks of amber locked on mine, and soft hands pressing my shoulders down. He smells like fresh snowflakes and almonds, and despite my terror; it's the best thing I have smelt in days.Ragged breaths tear through my lungs as Amani leans over me with a look o
Defiant Queen 51| Brother.
I follow Dmitri outside the hotel building we are staying at, and I walk straight to the driver's door. Amani lowers his window in the blacked-out SUV, with his gaze still transfixed on something straight ahead of him. “You cannot come with us, Amani. You need to pack your things and book the next flight out of here.” I tell him in a hushed tone that is saturated with gratitude. “This is not your fight, and I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you while we are in a foreign country.” He slowly turns his head to look at me, his eyes shielding the true emotions that thrum through his veins. “I can't leave, not now,” He replies in a low, baritone voice. “It seems that this is my fight too, and I haven't been as forthcoming about the truth as I should have been.” I take a step back, pulling my fur coat tightly around my body. “He will explain when we return, printsessa,” Dmitri growls as he joins my side. I stare at Amani, lost in the depths of his irises that hold secre
Defiant Queen 52| This Little Piggy
There comes a time in one's life when one must learn to draw the line between reality and fantasy. As I'm pouring the third candle wax over Konstatins' shuddering body, admiring how there are now three considerable and brilliant red patches marring his flawless skin that is covered in tattoos, I try to shove the goody-two-shoes Zeynep back into the realm of fantasies. I will mourn her another time.Or maybe, I won't.That is a dilemma for another day. “These burns will heal, mladshaya sestra! [little sister!]” Konstatin bellows, foaming at the mouth. “But the shit I have done to you…" He snickers. “Will stay with you until you take your dying breath. When you close your eyes at night, all you will see is my face, all you will hear is my panting as I take your body and the sound of me coming as I filled your womb with my seed.” Dmitri lunges at Konstatin, “Stop him!” I yell at the top of my voice, directing my attention to Ivan. As soon as I give Ivan the order, he rushes forward
Defiant Queen 53| We Can't Just Leave Him.
Amanis’ Point Of View:When I see a glimmer in the stillness of the night, I immediately raise my head and glare in the rearview mirror. I shift my body, turn around to look out the back window of the vehicle, and duck as a single shot pierces the air.“Merda! [shit!]” I grunt, turning around to face the front of the vehicle.Turning the engine on, I beep the horn, warning Zeynep that we are no longer alone. Planting my foot down on the accelerator, the tires spin across the gravel before the car lurches forward. I look into the rearview mirror through the cloud of dust I’ve just created and pray like fuck that they heard the horn.Speeding through the abandoned car park, I take a left, then make a sharp right down a narrow alleyway only to come to a standstill when a black van is heading straight towards me. Swallowing thickly, my hands grip the steering wheel tightly, and I straighten in my seat.The instant the van stops, I’m going to slam my foot on the accelerator and pray like
Defiant Queen 54| Protect My Legacy.
My heart violently beats in the nest of my chest, drowning out my surroundings; silencing the noise.They have Amani…What am I going to do…I know what I want to do, but what 'should' I do?I wish my father had been straight with me. He must have known that his past would come back and leave a path of devastation in its wake. Too many people I have loved have already been sacrificed for a life I know little about; a life that isn’t supposed to be mine.But here I am, thrust into the underworld that is dominated by men who are nothing but bloodthirsty and trigger-happy.“What are you waiting for, damn it, Dmitri!” Amani roars with impatience and rage, igniting the fire of death at his side when the sound of the gun is pressed against his head cocks.Dmitri revs the engine on his bike again, waiting for me to give him a command that is stuck in my throat.I can’t do it. I cannot abandon Amani and be responsible for his death.“Vai, amore mio e salva te stesso. [Go, my love, and save y
Defiant Queen 55| All My Tears.
Inhale.Exhale.Don’t lose your shit.Repeat.The inside of my throat burns. The decomposing of nausea swirls in my stomach, no matter how hard I try to push through it; to fight it.In some weird sense of thinking, I’m starting to believe that death is the only way out of here. The devil himself refuses to let me go any other way. It’s like a dark cloud is always hovering over my head and the lives of those I care about have been thrust into a cursed game of Russian Roulette.You never know who will be plucked off next.But I fight the fear.I fight the onslaught of panic dispersing across my chest like an inferno and do my best to stay strong; to be the fighter I was born to be.And it has suddenly dawned on me that the underworld is like a battlefield. It doesn’t matter how many fights you win. It’s winning the war that really counts and right now, Sandro has won many, many fights.Before my birth, this war had already been raging. It will last forever. Not until a small silver cap
Defiant Queen 56| Drip. Drip. Drip.
I must have drifted off and fallen asleep.Stay calm.Don’t panic.Repeat.Drip. Drip. Drip.I also must have lost all track of time and consciousness as the vehicle made its tenth left turn and drove over its fourth speed bump. As I tried to drown out my deepest and darkest thoughts to try to concentrate on the surrounding sounds… I failed.No. I refuse to believe that.Exhaustion overrode me.Yes… that is it. I didn’t willingly submit to the darkness.Grief captured me and plummeted me into a sea of the abyss.Grief. It’s such a strange word to describe the abundance of agony that profusely claws at my chest and the heaviness of my heart that threatens to cease any moment now.Twisting my wrists, I am soon made aware that they are bound behind me and whatever is clasped around them has jagged edges that bite into my flesh every time I try to move them.The room is cold.Empty.Damp.My eyesight is overshadowed by the pillowcase, and the cold chair I am sitting on wobbles every time
Defiant Queen 57| Hopes And Dreams.
My heart aches as a dull pain splinters across my chest while Leo continues to meet my gaze.Never in my brightest days did I imagine that I would see Leo standing by his father's side, and now that I do, the thought of trusting him makes me sick.“Are you going to kill me?” I courageously ask, suppressing my fear back into the darkness where it belongs.Drip. Drip. Fucking Drip…Leo’s brows furrow for a second and an unreadable expression masks his features, but it disappears just as quickly as it appeared.“Kill you?” He grounds out, straightening with a cruel hiss departing between his lips.His arm is still in a sling and his face still looks like a messy canvas with different coloured bruising splattered along his jawline.“Yeah… Are you going to kill me?”Slowly shaking his head, Leo sighs roughly and combs his fingers through his hair. “We aren’t going to kill you, Zeynep.” His voice is smooth and gentle. “You are aware that my father wishes to marry you to completely corrupt
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