Masuk“Your highness, she is awake.” Samin says while we take an afternoon stroll.I pause, trying not to act as excited as I feel. It's been four days that I've found her and she has been unconscious since. I've wondered a lot about who she was, where she was from and how she got injured. I've built so much imagination about who she is that I can't stop thinking about her. I need to stop thinking about her before I fall deeper in delusion.Samin notices the blush on my face. “You are falling for her already, your highness.” I scowl, hating that he is too observant for his own good. “You talk as if I fall in love quickly.” I snort.“Don't you, your highness?” He smirks.“You are too cheeky for your own good.” I scowl.“Apologies, your highness.” He says but it's obvious that he doesn't mean it.He doesn't fear me and that is how I want it. My life is miserable enough to have my servants cowering in fear in my presence and running from me.“Should I check on her?” I ask after a few seconds
“What are you thinking of, my lord?” Samin, my servant, asks.I sigh, annoyed that he is asking the obvious question. Do I have anything else I think of asides one thing?He blushes, having realized that he had asked me a stupid question. “Don't worry, my prince. The curse will be broken.*“How?” I turn to him, hating him for giving me hope. “Who is going to love me?”“I'm sure there will be a maiden who will love you and break the curse.”There he goes again with the stupid hope. I want to hang him for daring to lie to me but no other servant tolerates me and my nasty temper as much as he does.“Christopher!” Mother calls from the palace.“It's time to go inside the palace, my lord.” He says.I stare at the river with longing, wishing I could drown myself in it and end this cursed life.Everyone knows my story. Christopher III, the only prince of the kingdom, cursed at birth by a vengeful witch to turn into a dog and bark all through the night. They also know that the cure is for a m
“Don't go down there. It's risky!” The tour guide tells us but I'm not listening.I walk deeper into the woods, getting far away from my colleagues. My heart sings with dread and anticipation.I should go back. My brain screams at me to get back to safety and join the rest of the tour team but my heart wills my legs to keep moving.What is the point of adventure when you are afraid to take risks?Go back, Jade. My subconscious warns, reminding me of the tour guide's words that no one goes down to these parts of the mountains. It's dangerous but I doubt that. Why is only a part of the mountains dangerous and not all? I need to know why only a part is risky. If the mountains are dangerous, tourists wouldn't be allowed at all. I feel like there is a secret being guarded in the mountains and it's my duty to find out what it is and tell the rest of the world.I walk gently on the slopes and make my way down. I'm far gone now and can't hear the others I was travelling with even if I have s
Thankfully, it's dark or I would have ended on various blogs as the man who fell from the sky.Thank goodness Amara loves passing through dark alleys and no one else was passing at the moment or I would have freaked out a lot of poor humans.I used to hate Amara for risking her life always and passing through dark alleys but at the moment, I'm grateful for once for her lack of self-preservation skills.She turns back at the sound of my bones kissing the hard ground. Her eyes widen as she finds me sprawled on the ground and she rushes to me.If there is one thing I know about her (though I know a lot), it's her kindness to anyone and everyone. I'm humbled at being at the receiving end of her kindness when I've loathed her risking her neck for others, especially when they always paid her back with evil.I guess I'm an immature angel.“Are you okay, sir?” She bends down beside me, peering into my eyes.I'm not okay. I shouldn't be on earth. I shouldn't even be seen by her. My wings are b
She trusts too much.I scream as I watch her from the shadows, hoping she will change her mind about drinking that tea. It has been poisoned and she has no idea of it.She pauses and I heave out a sigh of relief, grateful she has good intuition after all. I can't count the number of times I've saved her from harm, even from herself.I may be her guardian angel but that doesn't mean I won't appreciate it if she makes my work easier.“Don't you want the tea again?” Her friend who poisoned her tea asks, watching her intently. “I went through a lot to get that for you.”Of course, she did. I roll my eyes. I could have cursed her but as an angel, I can't.Amara smiles at her devilish friend. “Thank you, Jo. It smells nice too.”“I'm sure it tastes better.” Jo grins, gesturing to her to drink the tea.“No!” I scream again, hating that she can't hear me.None of the humans can.She is about to ruin my life if she drinks that tea and dies. I've always wanted to be promoted and my assignment i
“You look beautiful.” He says.I wince, wishing that he will say anything but that.Anything but that.He notices my wince, which I don't blame him for. After spending centuries locked up with nothing to occupy him but pray for an escape that might not happen, he definitely would have honed his observation skills.“Don't you think you are beautiful?” He snorts, peering at my face. “I don't understand humans. You lot have too much insecurities for my liking.”He doesn't want to know about my insecurities. “Fine. Then go your way so you don't have to deal with my insecurities.” I say, packing the stuff I came with, my heart breaking with pain at the thought of a wasted night.He chuckles. “Where do you expect me to go after summoning me?”“Go where you would have gone after getting the freedom you've always wanted.”“I wouldn't have come here as this isn't my world.”“Oh.” I wince.“I'm in your care now.”“Don't say that.” I groan.“Till I find how to return to my world.” He adds.That
"Extend my regards to your boyfriend." Sally, my roommate says as I pack my bag for the holiday. I roll my eyes, hating hearing the same tease for years and giving the same response. "Logan isn't my boyfriend." I respond with a sigh, reminding her just as I have always been reminding everyone e
A slow satisfied grin jumps on my lips as he pushes me against the door the moment we walk into the hotel, tugging impatiently at my clothes. I am impatient as well to get rid of the hindrance and help in dealing with the mess. I am desperate to feel his skin on me and in me. Within seconds, I am
I stand up, pull up my already short skirt and head to his office. I smile as the door opens, telling myself that he wants me as much as I want him. He would have locked the door if he didn't. I stare in surprise at the sight before me. Aiden has his tie off his neck and his hair ruffled, giving
"You have just three months left to live." I stare at the doctor, wishing that I am deaf and he hasn't just proclaimed a death sentence on me. I fight back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, hating how pathetic my life is. I am just twenty-two, freshly out of college and have a ton of







