บททั้งหมดของ His Mate's Silent Cry: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

"You Were Dauntless. Demons have even praised your name but here, you are falling into an abyss of lust. I shall Remind You Of Your Deeds, for I am your rival!" •••[Note, Tóso leptó> so delicate]"You knew about my presence before finding me, didn't you?" Amethyst asked, keeping a distance of 5 meters away from her visitor, who was looking at her with curiosity. "As I have said before, I live with your memories haunting my soul…of course, I have known about you!" Melpomene smiled at Amethyst only after crossing her hands on her bosom. She shuffled around the room without uttering much and secretly kept studying Amethyst. "Someone like you always got what they wanted, but now…everything has changed." In a murmur, Melpomene said as she ran her hand on the glass ornaments placed on the small table next to Amethyst's bed. Confused, Amethyst's forehead frowned as her eyes followed Melpomene whenever she moved. "What are you imply…" "You are confused and angry, how can a person so no

AMETHYST'S POV:The tiny droplets of rain were loudly pouring on the roof— stealthily intruding into my dark wonderland. A heavy, warm and grey woollen blanket was carefully put on my slim body, resting its weight on me. It victoriously hindered me from turning on my right without a good fight. My head was buzzing and aching as if it was pleading with me to stay still on the bed. It felt like somebody had thrown something heavy on my head. With that thought, I instantly squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to recall what had taken place the day before, but unfortunately, my mind was long blocked. There were no memories of events that occurred yesterday. Thoughts began to swirl around my head, encouraging my shuddering, sweating hands to violently clutch my hair. The buzzing started to become loud— the pain was excruciating and it felt like my brain was being pulled out of its rightful place. "Drink this, to isolate the pain from your subconscious mind!" Liam's voice rang in my head, s

56. The day dawned crisp and clear. The sun was already high and the light of dawn seeped into Sir Bernard's bedchamber. Thrushes were merrily jumping up and down. They elegantly flapped their wings— dancing to the soft, soothing song that was being sung by the wind, on the spacious balcony. The event was gladly taking place not far from where Sir Bernard was quietly seated as he took a small mouthful of honey iced tea at a time. His uneven right hand with many furrows was carefully studying the uniqueness of the black-coloured locket, which had Levi's blooming face on the right and his middle-aged, smiley face on the left. "Now we both know what his goal is…destroy Castle Ephraim!" Sir Bernard silently mumbled and instantly said inaudible airs after he heard tottering footsteps on the corridor. His hands promptly covered the locket and put it back on the inside of his coat's pocket. The tottering footsteps quietened down and slowed their pace as soon as the owner approached his

["MALBONTE IS CALLING YOU, MY LOVE. HOLD YOUR HORNED-HEAD HIGH AND OBEY. ALL DEVILS AND DEMONS IN THE DARK ARE AT DAGGERS DRAWN— LET HIM LEAD YOU A PRETTY DANCE AND YOU SHALL WIN!"] •••AMETHYST'S POV: "You are confused and angry. How can a person so notorious as you become weak in a blink of an eye?" Those were the utters Melpomene said to me, on that rainy day, when she showed me hideous memories of mine. Her words still danced in my head— every inch of my body was embraced by indignation. No matter how much I tried to embrace the pain, the hate never seem to fade away— everyone calls me weak whenever they feel like it. As for Circe, she is better off under the ground. I will never forgive her, nor will I ever resume finding her. After a long walk through the forest of Soul Eater, I found myself standing five minutes away from an old, thatched cottage that was built alongside a hissing lake. Mountain poppies were in full bloom in the verbena, on the porch. Birds were flying

[ SHE IS FINALLY UNDER MY THUMB. SHE HAS FINALLY PROVED TO TAKE AFTER ME! SHE IS ALTHEA MAGNUS, THE DAUGHTER OF MALBONTE! ] •••"What…what are you?" Thunder greedily gasped and gulped for air with his eyes dilated with fear, as soon as Amethyst sashayed inside the thatched cottage with a broken window that was standing as a portal for light. The house was instantly stuffed with the smell of death. Thunder remained under the round table— a place where he had hidden his tiny figure when his 'dear' friend had revamped into a creature his yellow eyes had never seen before. A lump was dancing victoriously in his throat, yearning for him to let it escape through his dry, big lips. Disobeying, Thunder coughed, hoping to swallow the lump but failed. His eyes widened as soon as they captured a pair of pointy, black horns with a measure of 4 inches long, right on Amethyst's head. "That is something you should not worry yourself about!" After a long time of silence, Amethyst decided to rep