(SASHA POV) It was painful.Unbearably painful.All I could feel was pain and all I could hear was him until that also vanished and I felt myself completely drowned in a black water, where I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and couldn't see yet the pain in the form of suffocation embraced me ever so tightly.So this was the end.I always wanted this.I always wanted to meet death whenever I was near him.Being in his vicinity made me obsessed with the thought of my own end.But...upon finally meeting my end, I realized that I didn't want this.I wanted to live.I wanted to see him destroy me more.Yes, I had finally gone insane and even the thought of it did not trigger the long-due fear in me.The chances of meeting him always terrified me but there was something else along with it. Excitement...looking forward to how low he could fall just so he could destroy me more in his own sick mind of an insane lover.But that was it.This was the end.End for the betterment.And just like th
SASHA POV.Everyone I ever met had played the crucial villain role in my story. And my existence was the beginning of it all.Just once I thought I had a grasp of my past only to find out I was nowhere near it.Staring at the woman in utter shock, I took a step away from her unconsciously. "You...w-who are you?" I asked, my gaze fixated between Grace and the woman beside me. "I am her mother and my name is Makaria, the goddess of death." She declared and yet another bulldozer of shocking news fell on me, leaving me a mess within. "Makaria? If you're Makaria then who is that?" I asked, pointing at the Makaria I knew."Her name is Leona.""Does that mean she is not the real Makaria?" I asked, my eyes were hurting at this point because the way they were widening from time to time seemed like I was on a mission to have them out of my sockets."The woman in the current world is Makaria. Makaria is not only a name. It belongs to the queen of witches. When I died she took my position, gain
Grace ruined their love.These words...I never thought I would hear them.No wonder why Rayla hated me so much.I took someone extremely dear to her.Words wouldn't spill out of my parted lips, my wide eyes wouldn't spare him as he walked towards me. My mind was numb yet those thoughts wouldn't stop creating chaos.What mayhem have I created?"W-Why?" I could barely let the word out. It felt like my breath was stuck within. "Because of me," Makaria said and quickly grabbed my shoulder once she noticed my face going pale. "Breath lady. You have just started this journey. There is worse to come." Makaria massaged my back and I wheezed. I was trying but I couldn't breathe. Upon seeing me struggling Makaria pressed her two fingers on my back and the breath flowed in my lungs like a puke that leaves the mouth of a drunk."You need to get a grip on yourself." She said with concern. I nodded at her and looked up at Ragnar as he walked past me. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the comforti
THE KING'S DARK OBSESSION What is it like when a bored yet malicious soul finds something new to feed on?Catastrophic.A powerful one could have the vision of conquering something.It could either be a kingdom to rule on.A thing to add to their possessions.Or a person to prey on.A single blow against them either had them rattling down on the floor or prowling for their enemies with intensity and madness that was never seen in them before.Is it the pride that was hurt?Or just revenge?Nonetheless, once the enemies are under the claws, life becomes pretty boring and one becomes aimless.A beast dying to hunt comes across a wounded butterfly, one blow from him and it'd be nothing. Yet it flutters away with those broken wings and is so hard to hold onto. A new adventure for him.A disaster for her...Raking a hand through his long dark silver hair, he gazed at her with his orbs that resembled the moon yet they weren't gentle or generous enough to shine upon you. Eyes of a predator
"I will come for you, my butterfly." His tone was low, his words came out slowly as if he was trying to make her memorize each of his words. There was an evil glint in his eyes. An evil passion and desire that was ignited inside his orbs.It made her heart fall into the pit of her stomach as her orbs throbbed in pure terror.She felt an immense fear...The same feeling still rushes in her adrenaline whenever she recalls those moments OR whenever those moments or even those two evil jades flash in her dreams and end up waking her up from her already messed-up slumber.Gasping for air.Drenched in sweat.Pupils dilated and filled with terror.He left something on her permanently and it was his...Terror."Oh my dear, Sasha. Did you have that nightmare again?"Sasha who was currently sitting on her canopy master bed, gasping for air while rubbing her chest was seen by her granny. The old, short, and chubby lady with a silver and black hair bun nicely resting on her head, grabbed her dres
The kingdom was blooming in happiness, every other street was filled with chatters of excited people. Some were happy to know that their king was finally having his queen and some were happy to know that their princess was finally marrying King Jasper of the Logon kingdom.The castle was bustling with maids and servants running here and there, whispering the romance of the new couple in each other's ears while giggling and blushing. The romance that took place in their imaginations. The arrangements were in full swing for the upcoming grand wedding that was to take place in a week. The guests already started to bless the kingdom with their presence.The bride, Sasha who was currently standing in the middle of the hall, donning a dark green velvety dress that fitted perfectly on her upper body and was floral from down was greeting the guest with a warm smile on her face. She knew most of them and fortunately, none of them was passing her sympathetic look, they looked delighted.A few g
"You are strong." The old granny declared while caressing Sasha's arm.Sasha took a deep breath and shook her head."When it comes to him, I'm not." She said and turned back to look out of the window that was behind the sofa. She put her arm on the headrest of the sofa and then her chin on her arm."He terrifies me." She whispered to herself, the old granny was unable to hear her words but she heard the girl muttering to herself. Before she could ask what the young princess was saying, the doors of her room were knocked on twice before the doors were opened by the royal guards.The old granny immediately stood up from the sofa when the surroundings were invaded by the presence of the king. A tall man with black short hair that was a little ruffled stepped into the room. He was modeling in a long black coat with golden lining on the lapel, long black shoes, and inside he was wearing a black suit. Shoulders broad, long legs, a face that had a heroic handsomeness settled on its gentle fe
"What? In two days?" Jasper asked, who was sitting on his master chair busy with some paperwork, was left stunned for a second by Sasha's words.She rarely comes around here and rarely demands for anything.But now when she came to him and demanded for the wedding to happen earlier than before, he didn't know what to do.Leaning back against the master chair, he took a deep breath."May I know the reason for that?" He asked, looking at her. His eyes moved down to her body and paused on her chest that was abnormally moving up and down, indicating that she was running not long ago. He looked back up at her."Ahh, you see I'm afraid something might happen before that, it could delay the wedding. I'm just not having a good feeling about that." She said while fidgeting with her fingers. Her eyes moved up to his face and there were lots of questions hidden in his expressions. Before he could ask something, she immediately continued."I don't want any wedding present. I just want the wedding