THIRD PERSON’S POVIt had been a long and tedious 48 hours for the triplets as each of them waited for the fate that only one of them had to suffer. Wren stayed back in the palace because she could not bear to leave her brothers in such a state even though she barely even knew them. This was the first time that she was with someone that she would call family and she liked the feeling. Also, she knew that her days of being a witch were about to be over so she might as well start learning about her other side. She was assigned a maid and a room in the palace to stay as long as she needed. Even though she was not an heir to the palace, the triplets had told everyone to accord the same respect to her as though she was one. Wren also grew fond of the triplets and she could feel herself getting attached to them. As a kid, the only person she had was the lady her mother left to take care of Wren. Even though she did a pretty good job at it, it was still never going to be the same because sh
DECLAN’S POVMy brother was going to die. The realisation came as a bitter taste in my mouth because, for the past few days, I tried to convince myself that this was not even real. Perhaps the witches had shot the hex in some other place and it had not hit any one of us. But it has, unfortunately, and it had to be on my brother who I adored more than anything. I did not like to play favourites but Liam was my favourite and closest brother. He was the only one I could go to with anything. He knew how to manage me and the fights between Julian and I. The look on his face made me want to burst out into a fit of rage because this could not be real. It couldn’t be fucking real. “No,” Julian shook his head. “Get the cup again so he can drink from it. I think there must be a misunderstanding here.” He frowned as he looked back. Poppy was standing there with the glass in her hand and the other was on her lips. She had seen what happened. “There is no use for that. This hack has a very dis
DECLAN I had never known fear until today when I heard what had happened. As disoriented as I was, I managed to rush down to check for a pulse anywhere on his body and luckily as I was checking, I felt one on his neck. I nearly cried out in happiness and relief as I collapsed on the chair that was behind me. “He is alive. He is alive. Call on the doctors. Fast, Julian.” I yelled at him. Julian rushed outside and Poppy followed right behind him too. I looked down at the mess and the dead snake and sighed. Was this the hex or was it already rooted deep inside of him? There was still black blood seeping out of my mouth that looked disgusting. Was he dying already? I didn’t want to face the rest of the day like this. I didn’t want him to die just like this. We have so much more to experience, and I haven’t even given him a proper goodbye. I felt tears sting in my eyes even though I was not the type that ever cried. But I couldn’t handle it. And it wasn’t even the time to fucking cry. I
LIAM I drank a massive gulp of the drink that was forced to my throat and I coughed out, feeling an overwhelming kind of relief enveloping me. It was like a drink of cold water compared to what I had been subjected to while I was knocked out cold. It felt like I was in a mental prison, jailed and held against my will. It was the most painful thing I have ever gone through and now that I was feeling slightly better, I had never appreciated my life and well being in my life. I felt energetic, even. Like my old self. I didn’t know where I had lost my consciousness and drifted into that land that was full of despair but when I opened my eyes, I was by a lake. It took me a while to gather my mind and recall the lake as the one my brothers and I used to play in all of the time. One day, we stopped coming and we stopped talking about it. It just happened and we never looked back. I felt my mind picking up all of the places that had gotten lost in my memory, recognizing them once again like
DAISY They kept procrastinating the day of the celestial event and it started to annoy me because I wanted to get it over without all of the anxiety that was brewing up in me. I tried to kill myself three times but each time, I chickened out. I did not know how to just kill myself without having the most intense and crippling fear of the after all. I have been there once. I could not remember what life was after death, but I was still too scared to experience it again. The women had tried their best to make me happy. Every night, they called out on some of the witches to put on a show for me. They had completely healed me from all of the pain I went through during pregnancy that I couldn’t even remember what it felt like. They had given me the best last days anyone could ever ask for, but I tried to relish every last of it. At least even after all of this, I was rest assured that my mates and my children were happy and healthy back at home. I knew that they would not be able to post
DAISY I woke up in a big, black room that had no windows. The crippling anxiety settled in once I noticed the darkness that was overwhelming me. I wiped my face with my hands as I got up to my feet and groaned. Here we go again, another attempt at dying without actually dying. Did the witches manage to resurrect me and now they are planning on sacrificing me in the next moon? That would be crazy because I knew that this time was going to be bad. I groaned as the realisation that I had failed dawned on me once again. The witches were going to gain power and they were going to kill my children and my mates as revenge for what I did. For betraying them, and for killing Killian. They were not going to make it easy on me. I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness until I could finally see something in the room. Like a small window by the far end and a little door. I sighed gladly as I walked toward it, hopeful that there was at least a door to the room so I might be able to get out of it
DAISY “Your daughter?” I choked out. My heart was racing at that point, and my mind was still trying to understand what she meant by that. My parents have been long dead. Could they have been here all along, which meant that they were never really dead in the first place? They were staying in this nice heaven of theirs while they waited for me to join them one day. It was true then. I was really dead and the witches were not going to use me or my blood to get back their powers.That made me so happy. The person who she called my father came out of one of the rooms. His eyes looked bloodshot, like he was sleeping, but there was such a familiar look on his face. It did not take me long to realize that it was because the look was like the one on my face. We looked exactly alike. He was my father, indeed. I did not notice that I looked like my mother that much but for him, I certainly did. “Oh my God, Lucy.” He let out a breath as he rushed towards me and engulfed me in a hug. For a seco
DAISY There was a lot of bread and soup on the table where it was set. I did not know how it took my mother so little time to set the table including me. The food looked scrumptious and my mother immediately started to water. I wondered where they got all the ingredients from since the whole place was made of daisies and some roses. I refrained from asking the question because it might come off as intrusive.“I used to make this meal for you all the time when you were younger, Daisy.” My mother said as she sat down on the seat in front of the table. I laughed at that because that was not even possible. I was a baby when they died. How could they have been able to feed me bread and soup? I was supposed to be surviving off breastmilk and water. “I was a baby then. How did I eat it?” I asked her with a little humour in my tone. I watched as her eyes locked with my father’s eyes, and then the colour in her face drained. My heart squeezed. “What is wrong?” I had a feeling something was