From a happy memory into complete chaos, Liam's summer kiss had been so real as if had been right there in front of me, but then it became a winter stab, leaving me inert in a deep well of darkness where all the soul scream echoed off the wall to cause yet another wound. I couldn't breathe with the heaviness on my chest or walk with the weakness debilitating my being. All those whispers of insecurity, despair, and scrutiny were caging me in.Around me, village houses burned with purple fire. Women wailed their children's blood as darkling soldiers claimed it with their sharp claws. Their skin-crawling screams made my legs tremble while the rancid smell of burning flesh knotted my insides. Destruction consumed every stepping stone in the path before me. Never have I felt or seen anything like this before, so broken. The desire to make everyone feel the same became a raging flame, fuelled with each dying breath. The suffering, despair, and fear of these unknown people felt repu

*** Bea's POV*** The past few days had probably been the worst in my entire life. I would do anything for something as simple as a toothbrush and toothpaste. Using my fingers to clean my teeth didn't even come close to the freshness you experienced after using a good toothbrush. Hey, I was already invading Adrian's Privacy by showering in his bathroom. Why not use his hygiene products also? However, I couldn't bring myself to search his cabinets after seeing the condoms-filled top drawers of the mirror vanity. Clearly, Adrian hadn't grown up from his hormonal high school popular boy years. He is the type of boy I hate the most. If he thinks I will fall for his charming-swipe-off-your-feet-sloppy-technics, he better have a spare ego because this one will get crushed. "Self-centered narcissist prick." I slur while following him to the VIP's living room. Far from home with no luggage, cellphone, or credit cards, my life went from Daddy's little princess to borrowing clothes and eating

***Bea's POV*** It didn't take too long for Omar's butler to arrive with the change of clothes. Adrian dispersed everyone reminding us to attend our duties, me included. He didn't even spare me from them after suffering such traumatic experience. Amaya and I were responsible for preparing the guest room. She took the first floor on the west wing, and I took the second, which was Omar's floor. I left Omar's room for last in hopes I would have another chance to chat with him if I hung around long enough. Perhaps even have him be the messenger to deliver my word to my family.  Barging with the butler, who oddly enough insisted not being one, I convinced him I would take Omar's luggage to what will be his quarters for the next two nights. I wobbled like a penguin, carrying the bags through the door. All the guest rooms had the same layout. There are king-sized beds across from the entrance, a sitting area to the left with a pair of velvet ro

Talk about excitement, my life lately is full of it. Not only have I to worry about my flaws and conflicts, now I must keep an eye on the king and his oldest child. Yes, child because he can't be the better man and find a drop of compassion in his empty sexy body to be present when his father needs him. Thankfully, Maya and Connor cared for the sick soul enough to see him treated. This morning, Maya confirmed the King was feeling much better, but her heart is heavy about his counted days. The royal bloodline can resist consumption longer than anyone else, but eventually, everyone ends up the same way—disfigured birdlike creatures with a unique power related to the host’s abilities.  Someone is behind this suffering, but who and why? How hurt must this person be that they find comfort in someone else's pain?  Despite the king's relapse yesterday, the winter solstice gathering is still on. The palace is full of guests, the majority I don't recognize. Amaya an

***Bea's POV*** One moment I'm in Omar's car, battling the persistent nausea, the next under the warm water pouring from the showerhead, pinned between the glass panel and his scolding body, lost in the erotic rush of the hard kiss. I watch myself in his perspective as I push him away mischievously. My hands rub his member while I kneel. There are no words, just flowing lustful emotions. My mouth cups the top of his member while my eyes are set above. His sex hardens further with my hands’ twist motion and mouth pumps. Omar’s fingers comb my long black hair into a ponytail, gently preventing it from falling forwards as my thrust fastens. After a few deeper motions, his hips beg for something more. Assisting me up, I see myself turn around, arching my back, so my butt cheeks were pronounced towards him. From behind, Omar leans over, kissing my neck to shoulder line while caressing my breasts before standing up and positioning himself within me. Overw