"Just one more twist and yeah, here we go," Angelina said doing god knows what to my hair. "Is it done?" I asked impatiently. I didn't like to be all dressed up and look pretty. But for my people, I had to."DONE!" She exclaimed before turning me round in front of the mirror. I gasped in astonishment looking at myself. I was looking beautiful. The dress was hugging my curves in all the right places and was cascaded down my hips like a waterfall. The frills and designs were increasing its beauty a hundred times. The matching silver shoes I was wearing were making me look taller. Angelina had showed her talent by twisting my hair in a beautiful updo. I was feeling beautiful."I never envied brunettes this much," I heard Angelina breathing out as I chuckled at her words."I never liked brunettes," I said before turning around to face her. She laughed and dramatically bowed down."Shall we go, Your Highness?" She asked in a fake British accent as I cleared my thr

His lips trailed down my neck savoring every single inch of my aching body. I arch my back in need as heated sensations lingerie between my thighs. I roamed my hands on his torso and muscular chest before moaning in pleasure as his lips circled my erected nipples. "Lucifer...." I moaned out his name as his hands traveled south towards my heaven between my legs, wanting undivided attention."What you want, beloved?" He whispered huskily in my ear and I lost all my senses before planting my lips on his. We both didn't give time for each other to breathe as he kissed my breaths away."Fuck me! Please!" I whimpered helplessly under him, asking for him to take me and do whatever he pleases.The desire for him was too overwhelming that I couldn't stop. I wanted more and more of him like I wanted to integrate him inside me. I could feel the wave of soft pleasure that was coming over, taking me closer to the stars. I could feel every sensation, every twitch, every touc

"You can't be serious!" "I can assure you I am.""Then take me with you!""No!"Clipped. Short. Where the hell was he going? I followed after him as he walked inside the closet. Once again, he ignored my presence. I scowled as he dressed in a plain white shirt that looked heavenly on him and the same trousers he was previously wearing. He was the epitome of beauty and danger. Fuck! Why am I thinking all this?"Please," I tried again but like always he buttoned his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. I crossed my arms over my chest before glaring at him."I promise I won't bother you," I whined like a child. I needed to know where he was going? After meeting with my parents, Michael entered the room. He said something in his ears and Lucifer went with him and after like two hours he was back and suddenly he ordered me to stay inside the castle. It wasn't like I was going somewhere?"At least tell me, where are you going?" Th

Another punch landed on his face as he landed on the sharp edge of the wooden stake. An agonizing scream ripped through his chest as he immediately pulled the sharp piece out of his chest. But before he could stand another kick sent him flying onto the ground."Is this all you got, huh?" Michael grinned as he flexed his arms and cracked his knuckles before he rotated his neck to get rid of strain.Draven smirked as he spits blood out of his mouth while he pressed onto his bloody chest."Still revolving around Lucifer's pinky finger, I see," this was enough for Michael to land another sharp blow to his jaw as the crack of his bone filled the serenity of the forest. "It's no longer about him," Michael pulled his sword out of its shield as he raised it above his head. "It's about you...killing my friend.."Michale snarled at Draven. Draven shrugged his shoulders, smiled and slowly brought his hand behind his back, and immediately blew out a white powdery

This will be the official part from where the second book starts. At first, Sarah is dead and this book starts from where she died with some past incidents.Please enjoy and do leave comments. I love reading them.The LATE 1600sBloody footprints descended behind Alatar as he ran as fast as he could down the dark, enchanted forests of Zhoutis. The blares of alarms rang in his ears as he tried not to cry thinking about what happened a few hours ago. He could still hear the screams of thousands of men, women, and children of his village as sorrows washed over him sweeping him into a dark abyss.He, moreover, knew it was by the grace of God that he was still alive though his left leg was badly injured. But injured leg wasn't his fear. The angry werewolves chasing him down were his biggest fear.He thought when he'd made a wrong deal with the wrong beings and stumbled across the wrong group of people. And ended up having his whole residence and village burned down to ashes that would haun