"Hold on! There is no such deal!" exclaimed a voice from behind Rosalina.Before the youngest princess could turn around, she found herself being swirled on her feet to the point that she almost lost her balance."Princess Rosalina, are you out of your mind?!" Garry stepped out of his place and headed to where Rosalinda was. He grasped her shoulder and turned the small frame to face him. "Did you realize what you just said?"His penetrating voice and stare sent goosebumps all over Rosalina's body. Not only that, he was shaking her so hard that she had to close her eyes to stop the dizziness from consuming her."Garry, please, calm down. You're hurting the princess," said Alessa, appearing right by the two lovers' side instantly with no footsteps heard. She placed a hand

*WARNING*: This chapter contains explicit content. ******* "Make love to me, Garry." Staring into her beloved general's eyes unwaveringly, Rosalina smiled and tightened her arms, refusing to let go. Garry didn't need his lover to repeat twice, for both his heart and body were ready to obey the request. Attaching their moist and swollen lips on each other once more, he leaned down as he bent his elbows. He lowered his build body yet still ensured that his weight wasn't crushing down on his beloved princess. This new position made their kissing more intense and earned another sensual feeling for both of them as their lower parts intimately greet each other. Rosalina's lips stopped kissing for a split second when she felt a hard erection brushing against her inner thigh. "Huh..." She s

Inside a mortuary, two young men were rolling a gurney with a big black plastic on top into the room where rows of stainless steel drawers were installed. As they reached the wall, the one who stood on the head of the gurney let go and walked to pull out one drawer in the middle, revealing a flat board in white inside. "Jack, come on. On the count of three." He walked back to his place and wheeled the gurney closer to the drawer before signaling to his partner. "Jim, wait," said the guy standing at the end as he stepped out of his position and headed to where Jack was. "What is it this time? Please don't tell me you are at it again." "I want to see his face one last time. Just how could a man be so beautiful?" "Seriously

The last cubicle of the men's restroom on the ground floor of one of the pediatric children hospitals in downtown Oakland was strangely occupied by a middle-aged man who didn't even come to do what the purpose of the toilet was built for. Instead of coming to relieve himself, he stood with his back to the wall and face towards the door, speaking to himself. Nevertheless, if looked closer, one would notice that the man was actually conversing with a disembodied voice that came from the back of his lower nape. That was where the obsidian light was glowing. "Earth, you say?" asked the voice in slight disbelief. "Yes, King Father. And coincidentally, he died in my area." "Are you sure that he is dead?" "Positive, King Father. I checked his corpse by myself."

The hottest flaming ball from the high up sky emitted heat down to the ground, making everyone drench with sweat. Everything was nearly roasted into dryness. Nevertheless, this hot weather was pale compared to the mood of one particular person dressed in an exquisite pale yellow silk attire. With his hands folded behind his lower back, the elegant-looking man stared out the tall window from a wide-spaced chamber. His oval face-shaped, naturally red lips, thick soft-arched eyebrows, and especially the big dimples that came from his smile looked nothing but calm; however, his temper was the opposite. "Andy is truly a waste of my seminal fluid. At least his mortal mother was useful in her last-minute, unlike this so-called half-breed," he murmured. His face maintained serenity. "Just how much longer does he intend on making me wait? Is it that difficult to chop a head off a dead body?" He frowned, causing a