Emrys chuckled the next morning after our night was filled with another round before we both passed out, and upon waking up we decided to take a bath together, and he watched me struggle to get changed into my clothes; playfully I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.
Nonbis, noobie, nowis... What the hell was that word?My eyes scoured the internet, trying to find any word similar to whatever the weird voice spoke to me yesterday, I couldn't help but sigh; ever since Emrys left this morning, my nerves had been biting at me. I double checked all doors were locked, windows too, and went as
"Is it true?" I asked Emrys as I opened his office door, finding him sitting down in his black leather chair desk, phone near his ear and in front of him a stack of papers. His grey orbs met mine as I walked into the office, my brows rising.Ostana was born and raised for that position, how dare Jackson -of all people- were t
Laker bit his lip nervously as he finished setting his table, plates of white matched the cups and silverware, the heater kicked on and added some white noise throughout his town house. Outside the window, small white flakes started to fall slowly and grey clouds seemed to get darker and darker every minute; Thanksgiving would definitely be full of snow.
"Holy fuck," Ostana gasped, her surprised expression matching my own as we looked at ourselves in the wall length mirrors of the dressing room.Ostana studied herself as she twirled, the bright crimson silk that was detailed with golden flowers hugged her upper torso and waist before flowing like a river outwards, her nails p
When I was a little girl, I always dreamt of becoming a princess and finding my own prince while living in some beautiful castle but what I never imagined was it actually becoming true - sort of anyway. My prince, who was actually the Alpha Knight stood beside me now as we watched court people dance about in their luxurious clothing; my best friend and her mate among them.
Ostana pushed my plate of freshly baked turkey, mashed potatoes, and everything else one would eat at Thanksgiving towards me with a deep sigh; both her and Laker watching me with pitiful eyes. Every now and then, Laker would shift uncomfortably in his chair while Ostana tried ever so hard to make small talk with me, but I just couldn’t.
*Emrys’ POV*Not being sure what pained me more, my father's inflicted wounds that burned my back and shortened my breathing or the look
“Yes, I am sure Laker,” Emrys scoffed as he lightly smacked Laker upside his head, Laker's brown hair moving from its perfect placement, all of us at Emrys' office in the palace.Autumn decor in the Kingdom no