Chapter Ninety On a Wednesday noon time, she decided to get up to bed immediately right after she woke up late and slowly went downstairs to find something to eat in the dining table yet surprisingly the food, coffee and dishes were already prepared in the table. She walked along the hallway and opened the drawer to get the utensils she needed for eating. From then she took a good bite of garlic bread and a sip of coffee. “It was nice huh, the garlic confit bread blended well with the taste of butter and parsley. Even if I know that this will gonna be my food for brunch.” She blissfully said while eating with full smile and a radiant glow showing on to her face. After she ate, Madame took the dishes and washed them thoroughly with a mild dish washing soap and decided to take a breath that is why she hurriedly went for a walk in the garden. Taking a glance with those white angel flowers and freshly bloomed sunflowers, “ Aahhhh, this feels so right. The flowers and the green leafy pl

Malamang na ito ay bababa sa kasaysayan, kung ito ay bababa sa kasaysayan, bilang isa sa aking pinaka maluwalhating insensitive na mga sandali. Hindi ako nakagawa ng mabuti sa kamatayan--mabuti, marahil isang beses, ngunit iyon ay ang aking sariling kamatayan at isang uri ng isang espesyal na kaso--at ito marahil ang unang pagkakataon na kailangan kong harapin ang pagkamatay ng isang taong talagang kilala ko, at ginusto, at inutang ang kasalukuyang katayuan ko sa buhay na karamihan ay hindi gaanong naseserbisyuhan. Ngunit naroon ang Hari, payapang nakahiga sa kanyang kama, kasama ang kanyang asawa at ang kanyang pinakamalapit na tagapayo at lahat sila, kasama ako, na nanonood habang siya ay huminga ng maluwag, medyo inaasahan, sa huli.

"You could never disrespect me," I continued, too long of a moment later, and his breath catches in his throat when I glance up at his face, watching him, waiting for his reaction. He almost flinches when I speak again, a small part of him forever unsure, but pushes the feeling away, burying it as far down as it will go. "I've told you twice now that I want you to speak freely. I don't know how many more times will make you believe I mean it." Better the devil you know… His engagement with Katarina was airtight, secured by his delighted mother who was childhood friends with both of Katarina’s parents. John should find it hard to take her as a fiancée when she was already in a contract. Also, judging by the way Katarina still clung to him like a barnacle, she wasn’t likely to let go of him anytime soon. William understood. They were technically alone in this magical, western world created for fujoshis and fangirls dreaming of their own harem. It should have been squicky and William

Language is made of rules. The world is governed by rules. Therefore, it follows that the world is language.No mortal can be perfect, they simply weren't created nor were even given the slightest possibility to reach perfection. That was why they were humans, given a lifespan of a hundred years and less to define their life and legacy.That's why they try to covert something that isn't for them. The humans dreams of violet skies, the lush of a forest, and the blooming of alien flora.Language is made of rules. The world is governed by rules. Therefore, it follows that the world is language.No mortal can be perfect, they simply weren't created nor were even given the slightest possibility to reach perfection. That was why they were humans, given a lifespan of a hundred years and less to define their life and legacy.That's why they try to covert something that isn't for them. The humans dreams of violet skies, the lush of a forest, and the blooming of alien flora.

Crimson pools splattered the grounds of the rainforest. Corpses lying around, unresponsive. Stood alone with a sword dripping and splattering red drops. I was seething red as I watched the scene played as I stood behind a tree that is well hidden amongst the background. Plus, I was not expecting to be seeing Gina here in all of the circumstances. Lord Ethan was going to be so pissed if he realised she was dragged into these scenarios again. Not just Lord Ethan, Astrid, herself would be very angry at this situation. Watching the battle taking place, not interested in interfering unless needed. I just stood there watching them intently. Since the brown hair female lead, Gina, was able to defend herself. I didn’t bother to help. Their sword play was interesting yet what intrigued me more is how and why Zen was there as well.