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30- Playing with Fire
SweetbitteHi everyone, Good news. I am finally back to my regular once-a-week updates. Thank you for being patient and sticking around. You guys are awesome! If I may, I would like to ask you a question. Are you Team Adrian or Team Omar? Let me know in the comments who your favorite is and why. XOXO Sweetbitte
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***Bea's POV***“Why do you do this to me. No wonder she thinks I am your butler; you have me do errands like one.” Francis whines. His voice is unmistakable with its exotic phonetics.“Francis! Quiet, you will wake her up.” Omar hisses, followed by cutlery jiggling as Francis places what I assume to be a food tray nearby, the food aroma giving it away."You look like shit, " Francis notes."I gave her what was left of my Dragon Essence.""Are you crazy? You won’t be able to shift, not to mention you will be vulnerable. If the Eragonians find out, all we worked for will be taken from us." The tone of urgency would make anyone anxious. "I had to. That thing was draining her. With Blizzard gone, she will need every ounce of energy she can. Plus, when we first met, she smelled like me. I was meant to do it anyway." Omar’s explanation has Francis sighing."You should let her know.""If it's meant to be, it will be. It's her choice, and you must respect it as I do." They both go quiet,
The Ice Princess 32 - My Goddess
*** Bea's POV*** The pendant levitated towards the dark Phoenix. Pulled by a higher force, its glow intensifies the closer they walk. "Adrian, step away." I rush out of the crowd behind the couple, Omar sticking close to me while Francis steps in front of them, halting their walk. We had them surrounded. Everyone gasped at our audacity to interrupt the ceremony. I could hear the King scrutinizing our disrespect and ordering Connor to end the blasphemy. "Bea?" He says my name in a questioning tone. Adrian's blue eyes glittered with the thought I might be doing this with an altered motive. Little did he know the reason behind it was very sinister. "Why? Why do all this? Why hurt them?" My voice quivers. It hurt knowing someone close to me was the one behind this. I shared meals, hopes, and tears with them. "Bea, what's going on?" Connor questions, having made his way through the crowd. His hand on my upper arm hauled me back, triggering a discontented grunt from Omar. Ripping
The Ice Princess 33 - Upside down
*** Omar's POV***Two hundred years before meeting Beatrice in the present time "Find them at once!" Hades' thunderous deep voice shook the earth, each step erupting the volcanos and overflowing the five rivers across the land. Daunting to understand how, or who, botched the soul count. It would have been almost impossible to identify the missing souls if it weren't for that low-life werewolf excrement. I despise people like him, constantly leeching the highest hierarchy and eating any attention crumbs they muster. Under my kingdom, a character like him would have his heart torn and fed to the vultures. Then again, I'm not the ruler of this timeless bubble where someone's present might be someone else's past or future. "Omar!" Hades calling activates the collar around my neck. It sizzles against my skin, forcing me into my beast. Fighting the necklace will cause it to heat up to combustion, and having a burnt matchstick head doesn't seem very pleasing. I would rather keep my charmin
The Ice Princess 34 - Time Conundrum
*** Bea's POV***I sit up abruptly, gasping as if I had swum from the ocean's depth on an exceedingly long last breath. The place stinks of sulfur, the rock walls have a charcoal black tone, and the cot I currently sit on is made of straws. My mind feels blank, frozen in time. One minute I'm being pushed through the white door by the Moon Goddess, then waking up here. I swing my legs over the edge, noticing the heaviness and the clink of chains around my left ankle, hidden under a gentleman's Victorian black coat over my legs. Where was I? How did I get here?"H-ello?" The effort of a single word breaks me into a coughing fit, grey particles splattering all over my palm. "A-ny-one here? Cough. Cough." Nothing but the constant distant crowd babble is heard. I stand up. How long had I been out, so my right arm no longer hurt? I drag my bare feet to the metal bars."Can anyone hear me?" I couldn't be in the castle's dungeon. The conditions there were more modern and cleaner than in this
The Ice Princess 35 - Elixir
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The Ice Princess 36 - It Backfired
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The Ice Princess 37 - Friends
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The Ice Princess 38 - Origin
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