[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A DEATHLY DECISION ]… [you have conceived a child. Luca isn’t telling a lie] …Tears form in my eyes. “No.” I stare at Luca’s face which has now assumed the color of his red hair due to the reduction in oxygen. “It can’t be.”“Please, don’t tell me you are in doubt.” He grumbles. “You sleep with a man, without contraceptives and expect to not get pregnant? Come on. It can be. You exhibited all of the signs. The morning sickness. The emotional instability. The nausea and the pain.”Right there on the floor, I start to hyperventilate.My hands start to shake.Am I not too young to carry a child? I would be twenty soon, but right now, I am nineteen years old with a child growing inside of me. What is this? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I did notice that I didn’t get my period while I served as Queen, but I always thought it had something to do with my awakening as Faye Donovan. Faye Donovan is dead. My blood is black which clearly means that I died. Dead people ca
[ IN WHICH ROME DIES ]NOVEMBER’S P.O.V —I slam the sword onto the metal bar. The action causes a clanging sound to echo through the Castle.The most important thing that the disturbing sound does is that it causes the Lycan to drop to the ground. Since he is at his highest level of power, it means that his senses are at the highest level as well. He gets triggered by his heightened sense of hearing. Rome’s monstrous voice growls in irritation as his hairy hands clutch his ears. I watch him with teary eyes as he drops to the ground.I don’t stop there.I keep on hitting the metal bar with the steel sword.Sin’s eyes search the room for the source of the sound. Confusion swirls in his grey eyes when he sees me with the sword. His size slowly decreases as his anger turns into confusion. I watch with teary eyes as his wings shrink to normal size.I stop when Rome has attained his normal size as well.Now, he is naked, but I don’t pry my eyes away. It is normal for a wereanimal to have n
warning: you may cry.[ IN WHICH SHE DIES ]November’s last p.o.v —Rome’s body trembles beneath the sword. Rome has been stabbed in the heart with his own sword. He died by his own sword, both literally and metaphorically. I watch as he immediately drops to the ground. Veins pop out of his neck, head, and hands as he starts to lose oxygen. Rome’s bloodshot eyes glare angrily at me. I can see him fighting his own death, so I push the sword in deeper so that he can't fight it.This time, I have not been possessed by Faye’s vengeful spirit. This time, it is I, November Starkey that has decided to kill. I kill Rome, because it is what that is needed to be done. This is what I should have done a long time ago.“The Kings have to leave for a purer world.” I say as tears well in my eyes. I do not know why I am weeping at this moment. Well, I guess it would make me a total psycho if I don’t feel any type of pain after killing someone. “You are polluting this world, Rome. Your rivalry with th
[SIN’S EULOGY] I am cursed. I have been cursed to never find love. It is a curse placed on me by God to forever live my life in bitterness and loneliness. It is the price I have to pay for waging war against Him and leaving the Heavens behind. I am sorry I dragged you into this mess. I am sorry you had to suffer with me, November. And because of this, I will let you rest. I will not reincarnate you this time. I will not put you through this rivalry and madness again. It is hard to let you go, but I know it is what I need to do. I will let you go. I will let you go, Gwyneth. I will let you go, Faye Donovan. I will let you go, November Starkey. It is time for you to rest. You have been an impeccable Queen over the years. The whole Kingdom thanks you. I just wish those years were longer. You always get taken away from me when I need you the most. Or maybe that is how it was always meant to be. I was meant to never have you. You solved the riddle. Rome’s death was the only way
The devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He is beautiful, and that's because he is a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite. Actually, the devil can be anyone. He can be two different people, different ages, different appearances all at once. I know all this because I’ve met him— I have met two, unfortunately. The devil came in form of two powerful Kings.They were beautiful. They were charming. They were loving and they were alluring. They were all those things until I saw their other side. It was never my intention to cross paths with the devil. I was only a naïve nineteen year old, living a life that circulated around fame and money. Then, out of the blue, the devil came for me, or should I call him The King— which is a name he prefers to be addressed as. He showed up on a calm evening, and turned my entire life upside down; he turned it into a disaster. He put me under his spell, making me fall deeper and deeper into his sinful charm. Then
[ IN WHICH IT ALL BEGINS ]“November.” I move my head at the call of my name. Cameras flash repeatedly in my direction. The photographers are desperate to get more pictures of the long, dark-green dress I have on. With the dress, I feel feminine and strong. It sits upon my olive skin, showing the best of me, and leaving little to imagination. Confidently, I angle my body, posing for the photographers whilst plastering on my best smile. As a reaction to the pose, more cameras flash in my face as murmurs fill the evening air. Other wealthy socialites pass by in beautiful suits and dresses, but as usual, I take up all the attention. I get carried away by the photographers' compliments, and soon, I forget my main task for the evening. But thankfully, the two bodyguards behind me gesture towards the doors; where I need to be at the moment.“Miss Starkey, this way please.” I wave one last time at the cameras before ascending the stairs with the ends of my dress in my hands. I have been
[ IN WHICH SHE WIELDS A KNIFE ]A breathy sigh leaves my lips once I push open the door to the bathroom. Inside, I let my shoulders drop. I lean over the sink, my head bent down as I breathe in and breathe out harshly. I tuck my brown curly hair out of my face, putting the strands behind my ear. Slowly, I raise my head back up. I stare into the mirror. The florescent white lights in the ceiling makes my caramel skin glow; a symbol that I'm living a healthy and wealthy life. I’ve come a long way. Now, I’m rich, and I’m at the top— where I’ve always wanted to be. A small smile breaks out on my lips. “For a nineteen year old orphan you sure made the world spin,” I say to my reflection. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom bursts open. I spin around to see the tall, young man with long red hair saunter in, a huge smile on his face. “Nobi—” Before he says anything, I interject. “Luca, leave.” He lifts his hands in surrender. “Oh, no, Nobi, there’s no need to be hostile.” He brushes a ha
[ IN WHICH SHE HAS QUESTIONS ]Being in the public eye has its benefits. But I can’t say those benefits outweigh the disadvantages. I’ve had my fair share of criticism and death threats from the public. Like every other celebrity. Most of the time, my fans —or rather— haters are dissatisfied with what I do, what I say and even with what I wear. They want me to act a certain way, to fulfil the perfect model-like perception they already have of me, but the thing is, no one’s perfect, and I assure you, I, November am far from perfection. So, when I don’t do the things they want, or when I gain just a little bit of weight, or when a scandalous article gets out, I am dragged all over the internet and shamed for it. Those years were characterized with feelings of hopelessness; however, it doesn’t compare to what I’ve gone through today. I witnessed mates of mine ripped apart and thrown to the floor like chickens. Images keep flashing in my mind. And I have so many questions. Why didn’t