Tuum usque in sempiternum-Forever yours nisi tua amica mea-Only yours my love Sei bellissima. Amo solo te, luce mia- You are beautiful. I love you alone. My light.
“How are you feeling?” Elliot asked, closing the diaries and motioning me over to him. He was taking my request seriously, but I’m in no position to complain. I loved seeing this side of him. Soft. Sweet. Endearing. Even if it was fake. I shrugged, “I’m just trying to process everything I guess. It kind of feels like everything I've ever known was a lie and now that I see the truth... I don't know how I believed it all.” He grabbed me, pulling me down onto his lap, “Do you want to talk about it?” “Do you want cheese on your fries?” Chaos shouted from the kitchen. “What kind of question is that?” His chuckle boomed around me, “That’s fair. Cheese it is.” Elliot held me while I explained everything that I’d seen in the vision. His hand soothingly rubbed my back while also swiping away tears that fell from my eyes. Chaos brought all of the food out to us, feeding me in between sentences. Something about this felt so normal, while being so utterly bizarre. Six months ago,
“How did you find Xantha?” Stella smiled while tending to her garden. Her fingers moved skillfully atop flowers, breathing new life into them through soft light emitting from her hands. I was so mesmerized that I forgot to answer. Stella turned towards me, wiping her dirty hands against her jeans. I assume that she doesn’t even need to be in the garden to bring everything back to life, but Stella seems like the type of woman who appreciates the experience just as much as she does her magic. “It was enlightening.” She chuckled softly, “In a good way?” her brow raised, “Or....?” My lips pulled down, “Both,” I shrugged, remembering Elliot’s words from last night. Don’t cry, Lilliana. “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way. Your father was a good man,” Stella gave me a forced smile. “My father was a murderer.” Stella winced, but took a deep breath, “Let’s talk inside.” I followed Stella through the garden to a small greenhouse. She opened the door, and I was hit wi
The fake love didn’t last. I should have known it wouldn’t. I’d asked Elliot for something that he would have never given me willingly. Knowing him, he probably bit back vomit for that grueling forty-eight hours. I also should have known that he would leave. I’d fallen in love with a coward. That much was true when he’d told me he couldn’t do this anymore. “Lilliana. I can’t do this,” Elliot stated, the tone of his voice as cold as ice. “What do you mean?” I know what’s coming. I’ve known it for days..... I’m just not ready to admit it. I never thought I’d see the day when I didn’t want Elliot to leave me. Seven months ago, I would have easily shoved the boot Tessa left me up his ass and kicked him to the curb. Now the very thought breaks my heart in two. “I think I should go back to Valtarin....” Again, he’d said the words with no emotion. It shouldn't hurt. I've been preparing for this conversation. But damn, it feels like a searing hot blade to the chest. “Okay.” “Ok
Nightmare by Halsey(reprise) boomed all around us. “Take a shot with me?” I shouted over the music to Ezra. He still looked slightly uncomfortable being here. I'm not sure if it was me or the club scene. Probably both. “Sure,” he shrugged. We grabbed two shots, linking arms and tipping them back. Ezra looked unphased but I winced at the burn. “You okay?” “Did he hurt you?” Ezra leaned in, whispering against my ear. It was my turn to shrug, “Nothing I can’t handle.” He frowned, “That’s not what you’re supposed to say.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him over to a booth, “I don’t know what to say. I thought there was something between us. It is clear that I was wrong. That fucking hurts. But I don’t want to think about it. He’s not worth my peace of mind tonight.” Ezra studied my face before taking a deep breath, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. If it’s any consolation, he’s stupid and missing out on someone really special.” When I didn’t respond, Ezra le
“It should be a sin for you to wear that dress outside of this room,” Chaos growled, his eyes dark with lust. “I don’t know.... I think I might wear it again next weekend.” Chaos was against me in a flash, wings exploding from his back as he wrapped them around me, and clawed the dress into tiny shreds, “Never. Again,” he nipped my earlobe. Scraps of shiny black fabric fell at my feet, “I think I like this outfit much better,” Chaos tilted my face to his, winking. His eyes followed my tongue as it darted out to moisten my suddenly dry lips. “For next weekend?” I glanced down eyeing my nearly nude form, “I think that it’s a bit scandalous personally....” “You are trouble, kitten,” Chaos shook his head playfully. His lips curled into a sexy grin, and I swear, I could have melted right there, “I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he held up his right hand, “You see this thing? Nothing compared to you.” A soft giggle escaped my lips as I stared at him. Never in my life would
Waking up wrapped in Chaos’ arms has flashes of last night flooding my mind. Ezra and Tessa taking me out. Chaos showing up. Our sex. Goddess, the sex. Slipping out of bed, I tiptoed to the bathroom to clean up before heading down for breakfast. I knew there was about to be an onslaught of problems waiting for me today. I was meant to be the perfect Queen. Do as you’re told. Wear something that will make the Kingdom proud. Don’t show weakness. Surely my mother would consider last night a moment of weakness. She would never understand the dynamic of Chaos, Elliot, and I. I’m happy, but happiness has never been the goal for me. Not in her eyes anyways. But now that I know she’s not my real mother, I understand why she’s always hated me. I just wish she would have chosen distance over brutality. I can’t imagine treating a child the way that she treated me; no matter the circumstances. My mind travels to the orphanage. To Finnley. I’ve been so wrapped up in the mess of my life that
“Moira, you continue to outdo yourself,” my voice came out muffled as muffin crumbs fell from my mouth as I spoke and I winced, glancing around to make sure no one had seen. Some habits are harder to break than others.She'd added a cinnamon crumble to the tops of her blueberry muffins, and I found myself moaning softly from the taste. “Dear, you are too kind,” she busied herself mixing the batter for her next creation. “What are you making now?” I questioned as she pointed up to the cranberries. After handing them to her she smiled, “Cranberry orange scones. My mother used to make them when I was just a pup. Would you like to stay and help an old woman out?” My lips pulled into a smile as I shook my head, “You, Moira, are not an old woman. But of course. It’s been too long since we’ve spent time together in the kitchen. Are you enjoying being in charge around here?” Moira instructed me to flour the countertop before dropping the dough and kneading it, “Of course. You know me
“Fucking hell.” The sunlight peeking through my haphazardly closed curtains is making my head fucking ache. The empty bottle of bourbon stares back at me in disapproval from my nightstand, “Fuck you too,” I groan at the bottle, swinging my arm out to knock it off of its high horse. Scrubbing my eyes with the butt of my palms, I throw the blankets off of my sweat-soaked body. I had another fucking dream about her. She’s like a fucking parasite that my brain can’t get rid of. No amount of alcohol, exercise, or sleep rids me of her. Grabbing my phone, I see it’s just after one in the afternoon. At least half of the day is gone so I don’t have to deal with myself or Chaos. Hearing him reminds me what a stupid piece of shit I am hourly is starting to get on my nerves. The room spins as I get to my feet, forcing me to flop back down onto the bed. I don’t know what happened or how it happened, but I wish it hadn’t. Lilliana was supposed to be a conquest. I wanted to prove to m