LOGINDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
~ Lucien ~If I wanted to, I would have already jumped into Zaxonia in a snap, but since flying to my kingdom took time, there was nothing I could do but to arrive on Earth the next day.I was aware of the time differences. Been accustomed to them for over eight years, Zaxonian time. It didn’t bother me at all. Even when I was a busy king.But now, it had.With determination, it only required a day to transfer residences, and that had me worrying. Nicolette, if she was that scared of my teasing, might have done so already.But as if that would stop me from finding her.So I was surprised to find out from the Hedonia Hotel manager via phone that she didn’t leave. It certainly had me grinning to no end.That grin, though, turned into a scowl when a reliable report reached my ears. I had my lackeys locate her the moment I went back on Earth, exactly six in the evening at my suite, and one arrived with this unsavory update:My desime was actually sitting inside a five-star restaurant loca
NicoletteI stood with a start.Oh, god! Oh, god!Oh my god!“Please let it not be him! Please let it not be him!”Shouting that to myself, I left my studio and neared the main door, my heart pounding like crazy as the doorbell continued to ring.Slowly, I opened it and peeped, hoping that it wasn’t Lucien.Oh, god, relief washed all over me when I saw who it was.“Good evening Ms. Holland, letters for you.”It was the hotel bellman, handing me a box of envelopes that Bernard mentioned earlier.Opening the door wider, I took it and said my thanks.The bellman nodded once and then left.I locked the door with a sigh and then placed the box on my coffee table. There was still so much to finish on my painting, so I returned to my studio and continued on with my work.But a couple of minutes later, my doorbell sounded again.The usual, my heart skipped a beat.Heck. Can’t the universe give me some peace of mind?I stood, grumbling, left my art room, and opened the main door, praying (agai
NicoletteI was just sitting on a comfy sofa in a guest room that Lucien had put me in. He said he needed to take care of business and I needed to stay still as a rock until he returned. The female servant standing in the doorway of the room had her back to me, guarding the exit. She was most likely ordered by Lucien to do it.Staying still wasn’t in my plan, though. With such grand a palace, my brain demanded a tour. Obviously, there was a lot to be explored, but I decided to examine the room I was in.The walls and ceiling were basically made of ice. Transparent, bluish ice. Not a surprise there for an ice castle. But the interior design of the room was one I could admire.It didn’t have light fixtures, but the edges of the walls were glowing bright, illuminating the room properly. No pictures of the royal family or landscape paintings, but it had the essential furniture needed in a room: white sofas, crystal tables and chairs, a mattress that I may or may not be sleeping onlater, a
Lucien“I swear I have seen that woman before,” Elric expressed, his narrowed eyes cast downward as if the icy floor would give him the discovery he needed. His lips were midway from sipping the contents of his glass—a glass that contained a better version of the Crimean alcohol I drank last night. One finger tapped impatiently on the glass table, and I just stared at it, feeling irritated. And then he eyed me again, but before he could say anything, I cut in.“No, you haven’t.”A lie. A deep shit lie. But I had to do it until such time I validated the truth for myself.“Where did you find her again?” he asked, putting his glass on the table between us. In the back of my mind, the place “New York” popped out. But he didn’t need to know. He basically had no idea the place existed.I groaned, feeling impatient myself.“Elric, where is your sister? You know I don’t want to be kept waiting.”He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me. “Well, it’s not my fault you came here unannounced.”I guess
Nicolette“Sirei!” I heard Lucien shout from behind me after we both settled on a magnificent horse. I guess I wasn’t walking toward our destination after all. Thank God.For the first time since I was tossed into this world, I finally saw what their sun looked like, and guess what?It still was the same as Earth except it had a bluish halo on the external side. It was just shining over the eastern horizon, mocking me, and telling me these exact words:“Hey girl, it’s morning now, time to wake up and smell the reality that you were just eaten by a god last night.”Yes, you guessed it right. I remember every detail of what happened last night: my intoxicated state, my embarrassing dance, my bet with Lucien, his kisses, his mouth on my breasts, and his tongue on my—Oh boy.But unfortunately, I couldn’t possibly tell this to him. Might as well make him believe he won our bet than for me to undergo a series of embarrassing situations like what I was secretly undergoing now. The feel of hi
LucienAlbert, the leader of this group of street performers, offered me a ride to the Crimean capital. It turned out that he owned what my world called a skreet—large red birds that looked like fire in the sky while flying. Not all could own it because of how rare these birds were, and not all could even tame it because of its wild temperament.However, it seemed Albert here possessed an ancestral blood to easily tame any creatures—the skreet included.Using the animal, he also offered me a ride back to Zaxonia, but I turned it down because of one reason alone: I wanted my time with my mysterious woman stretched. Once I return to my kingdom, my kingly duties would occupy me. I might not get a chance to know more about Nicolette as much as I wanted to, and I might not be able to delve deeper into the mirror issue.So with that said, the leader offered me a horse. Yes, we have horses in this realm. But it packed more muscle and weight than the average Earth counterpart. It was for my u
Nicolette“Ugh, you’re so noisy,” Mr. Ozric complained, looking at me with one eye, cringing like I had been screaming nonstop.He massaged his head, threading his silky locks through his fingers, and I was left gawking at him—invisible drool coming out of my mouth.God, how could such a simple act
~ Nicolette ~Mango juice, beef with broccoli, and mashed potatoes—those three were my order right after I sat inside a
~ Lucien ~Thump.Thump.Thump.Fortunatelyfor my appetite, a knock on my door sounded. It was a welcomed interruption. A perfect alibi. I certainly prefer my Head Chancellor biting me in the as
~ Nicolette ~When I was young, my father always told me the best profession on the planet was being an archaeologist. Considering he was one probably explained his admiration for the job. He was so dedicated to it; so into his work that ever







