PRECIOUS “Your King is dead!” I bellowed, my voice raw with fury. The Princesses and all the other Lycans suddenly ceased fighting, turning to face me with wide eyes. Taking slow slides towards them, I dangled the head in my hands, with a toothy grin plastered on my face. “You bastard! How dare you!” One of the princesses surged forward, screaming at the top of her lungs, and sent a kick in my direction, but I was quick to evade her. I spun around, bending low with the head still gripped in my hands, and watched as she fought to regain her stance. The others came for me, but Richmond and Duke fought them off. When the fallen princess was up on her feet, she lurched again, and this time, I didn't let her go. I raised my right leg, driving it into her midsection with all my strength. She staggered back, gasping for breath, but I wasn't done yet. With a swift, fluid motion, I swung the Lycan King's head at her, the gruesome trophy serving as both a weapon and a symbol of our defian
PRECIOUS Three weeks later… “Hurry up, Luna!” Ruby shouted down the stairs. I giggled as I checked my reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time. I was dressed in a stunning wedding gown. The off-shoulder design elegantly frames my collarbones and shoulders, accentuating my curves and highlighting my smile. The fitted, mermaid silhouette showcases my figure, while the intricate lace and beading shimmer like diamonds in the light. Delicate florals and vines dance across the bodice, cascading down the skirt in a whimsical, ethereal pattern. The dramatic train flows behind me, a river of silk that seems to go on forever. My face was adorned with light makeup because I pleaded with Ruby not to make it heavy, as I was not a big fan of makeup. However, I couldn't deny that it looked great on me, bringing out my hidden beauty. I couldn't help the smile that stretched across my face as my eyes fell on the diamond ring on my finger in the inflection of the mirror. It was on the day
PRECIOUS Duke covered my eyes with his hands, gently leading me to god knows where. Inhaling and exhaling divine air, I swallowed back my question, which I had asked for the hundredth times already. He was hell bent on not telling me or giving me as much of a hint of where he was taking me to. I could hear Richmond's chuckles behind us, but I said nothing and let Duke take me where he wanted. After all, I trusted him well enough to know this wasn't a small surprise. “Be careful of my old feet, honey.” I whispered, pulling my lower lip in between my mouth. “Not too old for my hands not to be able to massage them, prishy baby.” A tint of color made its way to my face, and I thanked the goddess that they were behind me, or else I would be teased until tomorrow. I still don't understand how I can still blush around them. It's been fifteen years already, yet I have not outgrown this attraction between us. Sparks still fly whenever we touch, and not a day passes without me thanking t
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Beatrice parked her car in front of the mansion she had always seen as a home before her stepmother and her three children changed things for her. She took a deep breath and moved a finger to her forehead before massaging it with a frown on her face. This was the first time she was returning home after being kicked out, and it was all due to Duke, the guy she met some time ago at the Wild Night club when she had gone there to distract herself from her problems, and she was glad she did. Taking her cellphone out of the miniature bag she carried, she dialed the number of the man who was helping her regain her parents' properties. "Good morning, sir. I'm at the residence right now. I just wanted to let you know I will be inside the building in a few minutes." Her voice sounded crisp, yet she tried hard to collect herself. "Alright, but please record every conversation for me. It will be required in court," Mr. Francis, the man Duke introduced to her to help her get back all her rights
It was then that she heard hushed voices that she instantly recognized as belonging to her stepmother and two sisters. Sweat poured down her body, sticking her to the light material she was wearing when something caught her ears. “So you are saying that you killed that witch mom?” A hushed, happy voice of a girl rang out, and Beatrice, who recognized it as Chloe's, shuddered again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming, thereby alerting them that someone was around. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she blinked them away and walked closer to the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. Beatrice took out her mobile phone from her bag, immediately put it on record, and held it closer to the door. “Yes, I killed the bitch, and I'm happy that I took the initiative to do that,” Beatrice's stepmother said in a proud tone, making Beatrice feel like slapping her from where she stood. “I would have loved it more if you had killed
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?” she said through gritted teeth, her tone cold, which made her appear dangerous for her age. Francis tipped his head backward, his eyes appraising her from head to toe. He found her demeanor amusing, and a chuckle escaped his mouth. His continued silence in response to her questions infuriated her, and she clenched her fists as her chest heaved up and down. “Why are you laughing? Do I look funny to you?” Violet snapped. She walked up to him, standing just a few feet away, her eyes boring into his, and she stomped her foot impatiently. “I demand answers!” Francis's chuckle intensified. “You really are a funny, dumb girl. I can see that.” His expression changed abruptly from a smile to a hardened glare, his jaw grinding. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her face to contort in pain, a hurt whimper escaping her lips. Violet winced as he continued to yank her hair as if pulling out a weed from the soil. “What the
Silent but hot tears flowed down her face as the echo resounded in her ears. She was not ready to meet her mother any time soon, and she couldn't think of ways to get out of the dungeon she was in.Her head started hurting, and she knew it was due to the numerous times she had hit her head on the floor. Placing her hands on her head, Beatrice massaged it.There was no hope left in her. The only hope she had was taken away from her when the message she sent to Mr. Francis was deleted.Tears of sorrow poured down her face continuously, her heartbeat increasing by the minute, fear clutching her heart, and her mind flying in so many places."What do I do now? How do I get out of here?" she asked no one in particular. The only thing that met her was silence and the eeriness she felt in the godforsaken place.No one had come to see her since she was left here. She had planned on begging them again when they came to check on her, and it's been hours already since she heard that sound.The on