in another life

[this book contains mature content, violence, abuse, r*pe, Please leave if you're uncomfortable with it. ] ꧁꧂ Placing her hands above her chest, Angel made her way upstairs, while holding the hem of her long white dress preventing herself from tripping on the stairs. 'I don't care if she's my sister in law or not. I want her.' ~~ Elijah headed upstairs and went to the rooftop, to get some fresh air. After a while, he made his way down the stairs.That's when his eyes caught Angel. He stopped on his tracks and stared at her petite figure. Licking his lips at the sight, he eyed her shamelessly. She was getting ready to the bedding ceremony; in which the newlyweds couple have to intimate with each other. Angel was wearing a red silk robe that reached her knees. It exposed her marvellous collarbones and her cleavage to die for . Her hair was left open as her black silky hair delicately fell on her body and she wasn't wearing any makeup, but she still looked as gorgeous as she

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ” ~~ [ DO NOT FORGET TO VOTE ] In the carriage Angel, Luciano, the Queen and the King were all seated in the carriage while chatting with one another. Angel was so excited to announce to her parents that they’re going to be grandparents. They would be so happy to know that their one and only daughter is pregnant. The Romanov Kingdom was situated quite far from the Windsor Kingdom. It would take at least 16 hours before they reach there. Few hours later It was dark night, black clouds covered the sky, not a star to be seen. The trees shook their branches, dancing in anticipation of the upcoming storm. Angel clasped into her husband’s muscular body, as the breeze was chilling her to the bone. In response, Luciano pulled her closer to him and covered her with a blanket. He caressed her silky black locks for a while before planting soft kisses all over her rosy face. “Stop! It’s tickling me,” she utte

The carriage was a box of nightmares. Angel couldn't breathe. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Luciano’s face, then blood, then Elijah’s cold smile. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp. "No, no, no," she whispered, rocking back and forth. The words were stuck in her head, a broken record: *I ordered my men to kill Luciano.* A sob ripped out of her, so hard it hurt. Then another. She was gasping for air, her whole body shaking. This couldn't be real. It was a bad dream. A horrible, terrible dream. She had to wake up. "Luciano," she choked out, his name a prayer on her lips. "Please, please, please." Elijah's laugh was a sickening, gleeful sound in the dark. "Still crying for the dead?" he hissed, his voice vibrating with a feverish intensity. "He's worm food, Angel. Nothing but rotting meat in the mud. And you... you are my masterpiece. My ruin. My everything." He leaned forward, his eyes wide and unblinking in the gloom, a manic fire burning in their dep