Novels by Realistic_pen

Desiree’s POV For the actual first time I returned to these Stone walls, everywhere didn't feel suffocating but just light and warmth. I stand on the edge of the small ballroom, my hands smoothing over the front of my pale cream dress. The room is a sea of bright pink ribbons. They are everywhere…looped over the chandeliers, draped across the buffet tables, and tied in soft, beautiful bows around the pillars. And the stars... seventy silver stars hang from the ceiling on thin threads, spinning slowly in the draft. They catch the candlelight, throwing tiny diamonds of light across the floor.It is beautiful. It is simple. In a world of blood oaths and ancient wars, we are standing in a room full of cake and music.“Desiree! Look!”Macy skids across the floor toward me. She is a whirlwind of pink silk and tangled curls. Her face is smudged with white frosting, and her eyes are brighter than the silver hanging above us. She holds up a small, wolf—a gift from Kael—and beams at me, her

Desiree’s POV My wrist still tingles where Gillian grabbed it as he walks out of the place before I can even walk out. What does he think he is? He thinks he can order me around. He thinks a golden gaze and a rough voice are enough to make me forget that I am not his to command. We are not together. I have told him this. I have shouted it into the silence between us, yet he still acts as if he owns the very air I breathe.A knock sounds at the door of my chambers and I don't even have to open it to know who is standing there. “Go away, Gillian,” I call out, not stopping my pace.The door opens anyway as he steps into the oom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He has changed out of his training tunic into something lighter.“We aren't finished,” he says. I spin around to face him, my hands on my hips. “Oh, I think we are. You gave your ‘order,’ Alpha. I heard you. Now leave.”Gillian’s eyes darken. He takes a step toward me, and I instinctively take one back. I hate tha

Desiree’s POV I am walking toward the library, my mind still full of silver stars and pink silk, when a shadow moves near the arched doorway ahead.I stop. My skin pricks with a familiar, sharp warning. “You always did have a taste for the ruins, Desiree.”The smooth voices come in, sliding through the quietness. I had told Gillian earlier that I am going down a library road they just opened. L Lucius steps out from a corridor, leaning against a pillar with an effortless grace that mirrors his brother's, yet feels entirely different. Where Gillian is a thunderstorm, Lucius is a poisoned well…still, deep, and deadly.This is the first time I have seen him since I ran away. The last time we spoke, he was looking at me like a puzzle he couldn't wait to break.“And you always did have a taste for lurking in the dark, Lucius,” I say, without giving him the satisfaction of seeing my heart race.He chuckles and walks toward me. He stops just outside my personal space, his eyes scanning my

Desiree’s POV By the next morning, I had somehow become the palace’s unofficial event planner. I would like to say this happened because of my natural grace and charm. It did not. It happened because a ten-year-old tyrant with bright eyes and missing front teeth decided I am responsible for her birthday. According to Macy, it must be “the best day ever in the whole history of birthdays.”I stand in the middle of the sitting room outside her chambers. I am staring at three maids, two footmen, and a table covered in ribbon samples. There are enough decorative candles here to start a small war. I wonder exactly how my life led me to this moment.“Those ones are ugly.”I look down. Macy is sitting cross-legged on the rug with a cup of tea in her hand. She points dramatically at a set of pale gold ribbons as if they have personally insulted her.“They are not ugly,” I say.She looks up at me with deep disappointment. “They are boring.”I sigh. “Boring is not the same as ugly.”“It is if

Desiree’s POV Gillian and Ronan are standing in the middle of the west wing, looking like two men who are fat too handsome to be like exhausting.Honestly, it is insulting. The sun spills over through the stone walls, my eyes landing in them immediately. Gillian is all broad shoulders and dangerous stillness, his dark shirt clinging just enough to make me resentful. Beside him, Ronan leans to one side looking patient as ever, through the tension I can see that is already rising between them so bad. I take slow steps towards them, wondering while nobe of them notices me and still keeps the tension in the air even by staring at each other. It gives me three seconds to realize that Gillian looks one breath away from murder, and Ronan looks one breath away from saying something to earn it. Geez, what were these.men discussing really this bad?I almost turn around, but then I look down at the strip of black fabric in my hand that Seraphina had handed to me thinking it would even get

Gillian’s POV By the time I find Ronan, I'm already in a mood that makes even the servants avoid looking directly at me. Not that I blame them. If I were them, I'd stay the hell outta my way too.The entire palace has spent the last few hours choking on Seraphina's little performance with the Elders barking orders like they were second in line to getting the Alpha title. A despicable character. And through all of it, one thing I want to check on, is Ronan. Because Seraphina is one problem, Lucius is another but Ronan? Ronan is another breed of problem in Lucius's form. He just won't show it because he is hiding it so well behind his stupid mask and Desiree doesn't even know. And if there's one thing I know.for certain, it's that he knows more than he should. I found him exactly where I expected to. In the west wing where I have assigned him to be out into, till I get to a conclusion of where he stands in all of these situations.He doesn't turn when I step into the yard, but I