LOGINLizabella
Honestly, I could see the sincerity and love in Kael’s eyes every time he looked at me, the way his gaze softened when he helped me sit up or brushed stray hair from my face. It was there in the gentle tone of his voice, in the way he lingered in my room long after the maid had left, and in the stories he told me about our supposed life together. Yet I had no idea why I was finding it h
LizabellaI thought that everything would go back to normal after Yuri got exiled. I really believed the palace would feel safer, and the constant knot of fear in my stomach would finally loosen. But even in the safety of Kael’s arms, I began to experience vivid flashes of my true past in dreams, three faceless men whose voices stirred something deep within me, warm and achingly familiar.Their laughter echoed in the darkness, their hands reached for me with a gentleness Kael had never shown. He noticed the way I woke up gasping, the way my eyes darted around the room as if searching for someone who wasn’t there, and he grew increasingly possessive and unstable.He was aggressive in ways that terrified me. When I pulled away from his touch, his
LizabellaSince I stopped taking the drugs, my headaches had worsened, like someone was hammering nails into my skull from the inside. But because of that decision, I could now remember my dreams more clearly, though the faces in them remained frustratingly blurry, like shadowy figures calling out names and warnings I couldn’t quite grasp. Because of those dreams, I realized that nothing about this place felt familiar. The grand halls, the desert-scented gardens, even the way the sunlight slanted through the high windows, all of it felt foreign, like I was walking through someone else’s life. Still, I decided to remain nonchalant and act as though I wasn’t suspicious of anything. I smiled when expected, nodded at the right moments, and kept my questions locked tightly behind my teeth. I lived my days normally with Mirabelle by my side, so nothing crazy had happened to me during those times. She was my constant shadow, never more than a few steps away, and her presence seemed to keep
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 rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt, still, I resumed walking, though irritation simmered beneath my skin as we continued down the stairs. But when we reached the first floor and were just about to pass through the front doors, something tugged at my chest again, so I reached out and
LizabellaOf all the things I had expected Damian to say to me… that was the least of them and I hated it. Yet his words still echoed i
Lizabella“Pearl, stop!” I shouted, my feet pounding against the marble floor as I chased after her. “Come back here this in
Jerry“When will your spy contact us with good news?” Josie’s voice cut through the dimly lit and quiet room, sharp enough t







