تسجيل الدخولLizabella
“No, you can't be serious!” I repeated, jerking towards Donald, with my hand instinctively grabbing his sleeve and my eyes wide with disbelief as his words echoed in my ears.
"Are you being serious?" I demanded, my voice sharp and trembling, pulling him closer as if shaking the truth out of him as the room spu
Lizabella“Elara! Elara, wait!” Kael’s voice rang out behind me, but I sped up instead, my slippers slapping against the marble as I hurried down the corridor.My heart hammered with a mixture of anger and confusion, the name ‘Lizabella’ still echoing in my skull like a half-remembered song as his footsteps quickened behind me. Before I could round the next corner, his hand shot out, fingers closing around my upper arm. He spun me around with surprising strength, pulling me against his chest so tightly I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his breathing.“What happened?” He demanded, his green eyes searched mine, with his brows drawn tight.I yanked my arm free but stayed close enough that our bo
LizabellaSince the previous incident in the bathtub, Mirabelle had never left my side, not once. She slept on a cot in the corner of my room, ate every meal with me, and followed me like a shadow through every corridor and garden path.Surprisingly, nothing crazy had happened since then, which left me thinking two very different things. One, that the person who had been trying to hurt me had been scared off by Mirabelle’s constant presence. Or two, my own mind, knowing that somebody was watching over me, had decided to stop tormenting me with visions that felt too real.The problem was, I didn’t know which of these two things was the actual truth. I didn’t know if I was hallucinating or if it had been real, because with Mirabelle here, nothing had happened y
KaelStanding at the head of the long steel table in the heart of my underground laboratory, with the hum of refrigeration units and the scent of chemicals filling the air. The walls were lined with reinforced glass cases holding rows of glowing vials, my life’s work, the serum that would turn ordinary blood into something unstoppable.Dr. Lira Voss, the same woman who had overseen Lizabella’s treatment, leaned over a holographic display, as three other lead scientists flanked her, tablets in hand, faces illuminated by the blue glow of data streams.“The latest batch shows a 47% increase in cellular regeneration,” I said, tapping the projection so the molecular model spun slowly in mid-air. “But we still need to stabilize the a
LizabellaEver since I read that card over three days ago, I had been frantic and paranoid. The simple cream-colored rectangle with its two mocking black words, ‘Game on’, had lodged itself in my mind like a splinter I couldn’t pull out. I spent my mornings convinced someone was watching me from the shadows of the corridor, or that every creak in the floorboards was the sound of footsteps creeping closer, ready to attack.At night, sleep became an enemy as I twisted and turned beneath the silk sheets, my heart racing at every rustle of the curtains, every distant howl of the desert wind against the windows. Dark circles had formed under my eyes, deep and bruised-looking, and my hair was always disheveled no matter how many times Mirabelle brushed it.
LizabellaI wouldn’t have been so worried if Mirabelle had at least been present. Then I could have convinced myself the door was simply jammed, some ancient mechanism in this sprawling palace finally giving out after years of disuse. But Mirabelle had stepped out to fetch a snack, twenty minutes ago, maybe more, and in the time she was gone the handle had gone from turning freely to refusing completely.Or… could Mirabelle have locked it deliberately? So I wouldn’t wander the halls unsupervised?The thought sent ice down my spine and so many suspicions were running through my head now, colliding and overlapping until I couldn’t tell which ones were reasonable and which ones were born purely from fear because I hated feeling trapped
Lizabella“My lady… My lady!” The urgent voice yanked me awake with a violent gasp and my lungs seized as though I had been drowning as I bolted upright, chest heaving, sweat already cooling on my skin. For a terrifying second the room refused to come into focus, everything blurred at the edges, from the heavy burgundy curtains, to the carved bedposts, and the faint scent of sandalwood and dying embers.Then I turned my head sharply to the right to see Mirabelle standing beside the bed, hands clasped tightly at her waist, brown eyes wide with worry.“What… What’s the problem?” I managed to ask, voice hoarse and thin.She took a small step closer, voice soft but trembli
LizabellaDonald is such a horrible person.That was the only thing echoing in my head as I hurried down the hall, still feeling his grip on my arm and the humiliating press of his lips against mine. Who does he think he is?Horrible didn’t even begin to describe him.Mate or not, he’s awful.‘Stop
LizabellaWhat the hell just happened? I asked myself, as I stared at Pearl’s tiny body
AgnesI can't believe that my plan to bring out the big gun on the very first try didn't force the Lycan Kings to send Lizabella away.
DamianSeeing Donald pace in front of Pearl's ward with anger brewing inside of him like a force of nature, and Damon sitting stiffly on the lounge chairs with his legs crossed, made the atmosphere thick with both tension, fear and calmness as I followed Donald more measuredly, trying to







