Mag-log inHe leans his face close to mine, so close that I could feel his breath licks the skin of my face while his fingers wrapped around my chin. My skin tingles at the point of contact. Sparks of electricity traveled from his skin to mine, igniting a kind of hunger I've never felt before. I hold my breath. Unable to move or think, other than let him sucked me deep in his hypnotizing stormy orbs. “One of these days your stupid dreams will get you killed.” I heard him say. And then he's gone and so was the bubble of that brief magical moment. Funny, he is one of those stupid dreams. ••• Meet Victoria Lyn de Cordova a.k.a Sarah Brewer a 24-year-old, hopeless romantic runaway princess from a small hidden Kingdom of Terra. Fueled with fear of marrying a man who was rumored to be an a merciless assassin, she runs away from the place she called home. Meet Alaric Mendez a Hispanic rogue assassin that has only one mission and that was getting his revenge from an unknown enemy that killed his family. A runaway Princess and a broken anger-driven Assassin in a story of love, hope, and healing. Will their newfound love would be enough to heal the wounds from the past or will they let the past hunt them down to wound them apart?
view moreThe safehouse wasn’t much. A rotting farmhouse nestled at the edge of obscurity—forgotten, crumbling, untouched by time or mercy. Shutters hung limp from rusted hinges. Wind whispered through the slats like ghosts trading secrets. Alaric didn’t care. It had walls, a roof, and distance. That was all he needed. Victoria hadn’t said a word since they abandoned the truck. Her hand brushed his when they climbed the fence, but she pulled away like he burned her. Maybe he did. She hadn’t looked at him—not really—since Roman died. He can't really blamed her. Somehow he knew the feeling of grief all too well. It's the kind of feeling that stripped away the light with shadows of memories dancing at the edge of oblivion. --- Alaric sat on the porch that night. The cigarette in his mouth was ash. He hadn’t lit it. Just a habit. Just something to hold. The stars were lost behind heavy clouds. The kind of night that promised rain. Or worse. It didn't matter anyway. He already lost everyth
AlaricIt's hard seeing Victoria change. The sweet, kind, and caring woman that I've known weeks ago has been jaded, and… she hates me. I can’t blame her, I did her wrong and by gods, it's killing me inside to see her go through hell. I know what happened back in her room was still bothering her. No one could recover that easily from that kind of trauma. But I don't have a choice or I'll risk endangering her life more than it already did.And it’s all my fault.I've been played a fool by Mona. Maybe because I remember my mother on her that I let my guard down and let her claws sink into my back. I hate myself probably more than Victoria hates me. Turns out, Mona was one of Enrico's local spies around the palace. I should have known better, but I was so blinded by Victoria's beauty that I failed to see the red flags. Even the fact that Mona practically told me that she killed the king had been swept aside; shoved at the back of my mind because my whole fixation was set on Victoria an
“Roman's mother. Enrico killed her,” He said watching me like a hawk. “In front of Roman.” I don't know what happened, but I felt like a bomb had gone off inside my chest. My mind went blank and the only thing I could hear was the grating sound of static and crumbling stones. For a moment I don't know where illusions ended and the reality begins. It was as if the whole place was shaking from its foundation and I am drifting away farther and farther from the ground as the taste of the air around me changes into a suffocating fog of smoke and fire. “Victoria!” it was as if someone was catching me as the intensity of hatred that started to bloom within me was staggering, to say the least. I don't even know that I'm capable of such hatred and how my heart could withstand such feelings for a single person.The vindictive part of me simmers as it grows into an overwhelming vortex of bitterness and darkness. Yet, even inside my head, I could still feel the ground shaking just as Alaric tig
“Well, I heard I have a brother, guess I got more than I had bargained for, coming here.” I wanted to scream at Roman to save me and take me away from Enrico and Alaric and in all the madness going around us, but I cannot put him at risk, my heart couldn't handle losing another person close to my heart once again.I smiled, the expression not reaching my eyes while my hand balled into fists at the small of my back, trying to control the trembling. “I'm glad you finally have each other,” I said in a small voice. Roman scoffed, throwing Alaric a venomous glare. “I'm sure the feeling is mutual.” Though I have a distinct feeling that he meant the opposite. Neither Alaric nor Roman found their reunion pleasant. I smiled thinly as I looked away, my sight darting to the door, thinking if fleeing from the awkward and tense interaction would be worth it. “Right, Mendez?” Alaric only gave Roman a smug smile as he drew me close to his body quite possessively, I might add, once again. I stumb
I'm emotionally detached. There's no way to explain it. I couldn't even cry more than I had cried while the man was physically and emotionally terrorizing me. Though his slap stings and I could still feel the imprint of his hand branding my cheek. It's his unwelcome touch that had my body re
Red flags.I should have seen it a mile away the moment Alaric painstakingly scaled my wall just to inform me he got inside the palace ground undetected.“You smell weird,” I mumbled, trying to twist myself out of Alaric's suffocating embrace and on his unwelcome kisses.
I lay awake the whole night thinking about Alaric who is somewhere in or probably out of the palace. The warning bell hadn't sounded so I'm assuming he's out of the dungeon and maybe sightseeing around the palace walls. Surprisingly, his presence hasn't given me second thoughts on marrying Roman.
I came down with a beaming smile on my face like Roman asked me to with the exception of the dress he ordered me to wear. Instead, I wear an old university shirt I stole from my brother's closet and the five-year-old sweatpants which I also stole from him. Nothing fancy, I know.Going down












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