Novels by Tosin’s Lifestyle

Theron At the dining table, Zephyra sits a chair away from me. She’s eating slowly, pushing food around her plate more than actually eating. She hasn’t said a word since we sat down. The silence between us feels tense, like it’s waiting for one of us to break it.When I see she is almost finished, I begin the questioning. “You are not eating as fast as you normally do.”She drops her spoon into the soup bowl. “Things…changed.”“Changed how? Is the food no longer to your taste?”“My tongue finally got used to the taste of real food. After trying different things, it’s just easier to control the hunger,” she explains.I lift my water glass and tilt my head. “You couldn’t taste anything before?”She nods. “It only started after I got to the palace.”‘She really was poisoned. The witch wasn’t lying,’ Grimm says. He’s watching her every move.It could still be a setup. For all I know, this is a play she and the Stone Heart crew scripted before she even got here.‘The beatings were real. Y

Zephyra Glancing around the unfamiliar structure, I decide it is best to walk around rather than sit still. I have been placed under house arrest, but not in my own quarters. I’m not so certain of my location. This isn’t a cell, at least not the one I expected. There are no bars, no wet floors, and no shouting from the other prisoners. I thought the King would throw me into a dark prison with chains wrapped around my neck, but nothing could have prepared me for this luxury.It is a mansion. Large windows stretch from the ceiling to the floor. The space is so vast that staring at the architecture makes me dizzy. I wonder whose home this is and why I was brought here. I don’t know how long my stay here will last. But I wish I had received a five minute warning so I could have smuggled food from the kitchens before being dragged away. I would have sneaked in some dried fruits, warm bread, anything that wouldn’t spoil soon. It is not the most noble thought, but survival brings out

Theron The guard retreats when he sees her shoulders drop in surrender. “You were saying?” Anya mumbles a string of guttural words in her native tongue, Mhorl. From the curling of her lip and the way her brown irises burn, I do not need a translator to know she is cussing me out. Jareth steps closer to the iron bars. “English, please. Considering how different we are from each other, we would appreciate some subtitles.” “Would Your Majesty like me to make the prisoner comply?” the guard asks. I can see his hand tightening on the pliers. I wave him off. “You may return to your station. I will handle it from here.” Once his footsteps fade into the deeper parts of the blocks, I focus back on my prisoner. “We were talking about Fatedkiss.” Anya exhales. “They used that poison on her multiple times, but her beast always came back. Didn’t matter how much they beat her to weaken her body, the beast always found its way back to life, refusing to stay down.” The thought of Zephyra b

Theron An update comes in from one of the guards. Zephyra has been removed from the healing quarters. I sink into the old iron chair someone dragged and placed directly in front of the witch’s cell. A healer is inside the cage. Green light flickers from his palms as he mends the bruises and swelling on her face and body. According to the last report, she has a broken rib. It will be two soon if I do not get anything valuable from her. “You didn’t ask for my name.” The witch finds her voice after losing it for half an hour. “I do not care for the names of my prey.” “I am a witch, not prey.” “And yet, you are in my territory.” I lean back into the hard iron of the chair. “You are in no position to tell me what you are. If I decide you are a dog, then you are a dog. If I decide you are dead, then that is what you will be.” Jareth returns to the block after handling matters at the palace on my behalf. He stops beside me, with arms folded. “My name is Anya, by the way.” Her dark

Zephyra “So I’m just supposed to keep a criminal in my office?” Kalb yells at Khaisha while she paces behind her desk, one hand buried in her pink hair, tugging at the roots like she’s trying to pull sense out of the situation. I didn’t think she would find out the truth so soon. “I am not a criminal.” “Well, you are the princess of the kingdom's newest enemies. What should I call you? Criminal Princess?” Kalb blurts out, then she scratches her brows. “Apologies for my tone. After all, you are still a consort. But then again, what the fuck is going on?” Khaisha folds her arms and leans against the wall. “You’re panicking. It’s not like she’s going to hurt you.” “We don’t know that. For all we know, she could go feral and attack us for no reason.” Kalb turns to me. “Again, apologies.” Khaisha sighs. “If she does attack, I have direct orders from the King to put her down myself.” She sounds different. There is no more niceness or respect in her tone. It is as if she is disappoi

Is this another game? “You should have told me the truth from the start! Especially if you knew they intended to kill you.” “You are the Lycan King, feared by every pack. I am cursed. Someone like you would never have believed someone like me.” “I would have believed you!” Silence falls between us after my outburst. Breath by breath, her trembling eases, until she is almost still. She stares at me, trying to understand what I meant. “I would have trusted every word that came from your lips. If I cared only about the shade of your eyes, I would never have kept you this close.” She is kept here because she soothes the feral side of me. Maybe it is more than that, but I am not going to dive into those depths to find out. Her eyes glow again. My hand on her hip slides lower, my touch moving of its own accord. Her heart pounds against her ribs as I keep exploring her curves. ‘Stop it,’ I warn Grimm. ‘You are the one in full control. I have done nothing,’ he chuckles. It does no