Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Girl Who Loved Two Princes: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

2019, March 5th Her lungs were burning, but this only made her run faster. She wanted to stop as her eyes blurred with sweat, but this only made her legs move quicker. So when his hand came out of nowhere and yanked on the back of her sweatshirt, she was in two minds, partly pissed off, partly relieved. "I thought I told you, you go where I say you go until further notice." James bent over slightly as he caught his breath. "That's not exactly what you said. You said I go where you go. You said we'd be together until all of this was over and now you're just taking off on me!" She was yelling even through her breathlessness. "Then tell me what else am I supposed to do?! There are armed men chasing you! And there will continue to be until you go home!" "Then take me home! Take me back to Rosa!" "Zoey, if you just go back to the Arden mansion-" "I don't want to go back! I don't want to see him. I don't want to be treated like a woman in the dark ages." She was on her knees now,

2018, December 5th James threw the doors to King Henry’s chambers open. “What is the meaning of this?!” King Henry raged. Two guards came rushing in after James, bowing low. “Apologies Your Majesty!” “What’s up, father?” James said, picking up a chocolate from a bowl on the desk. “Still have the sweet tooth, I see.” “Get him out of here!” The guards hesitated, exchanging glances. “Now, now, father. Play nice. I brought you a present and everything,” he said, pulling an envelope out of his jacket pocket and laying it down on the king's desk before dropping on the couch by the window. “This is still super comfy.” The king had murder in his eyes. The guards took this to mean that they were dismissed and scurried off. King Henry snatched up the envelope and took a look at the contents. As his eyes scanned the page, King Henry tumbled back into the chair in shock. “Marvellous, so you do remember. I trust we have an understanding then,” James said, popping the piece of choco

2019, March 6th (Rosa) James' phone rang for the umpteenth time in the last 16 hours. This time it was Bart calling, but he had just as many missed calls from CC. He was sure that they must've figured it out by now. That by some bizarre turn of events, Zoey had ended up next to him again, sleeping like she didn't have a care in the world. And what was this whole their moms go way back thing? Small world, he guessed. He remembered the look on Zoey's face when she saw her mom. It looked like her world was alright again. He knew she was in for a rude awakening, but he couldn't stop it. Especially now, since it wasn't just her anymore. Her mother, Natalie, was now along for the ride, too. The Jeep with James and the three women in it finally stopped in front of a two-story house. The rest of their party had been asked to hang back. "Well, we're here. Who wants pancakes?" Natalie asked. "Your pancakes are terrible," said Zoey, stirring from her slumber. She looked up at James and down

2018, December 17th (Two days before the fashion show) "How about I just get you away from the strippers? CC would kill me if she knew I brought you here," Aaron said, slapping a hand onto Bart's back and steering him in the direction of the tables. "Also, let's never come to a strip club together again." "Agreed," said Bart, as he watched a waitress in a thong and lace bra pass him by and screwed up his face in disgust. "Dude, are you even a guy?" "Why would CC care if I came to this tacky place?" "Aren't you guys like a thing or whatever?" "Nope." "Someone should maybe tell your faces that when you're together then." "12 o'clock. She's not the Maine we want, but she is a Maine." Straight ahead, four or five tables in front of them, sat Emily Maine. She stood immediately, in a cashmere knee-length coat and pencil heel boots, no doubt the most clad woman in the place. Lazily playing with the olive in her martini, she looked to be waiting for someone. "You wait here," said A

2019, March 7th (Copia) By the time the doctor had finished dressing James' wound and the three women had concluded their fussing about said wound, it was already dinner time. Since no one particularly had much of an appetite and their bodies were wary from the activities of the day, dinner was had quickly and in near silence. Not wanting to be apart from her daughter, whom she was perfectly aware had escaped death by a hair's breadth, Natalie had insisted on sharing a room with Zoey, if only for the night. James found that sleep came for him almost instantly. He was appreciative of the sedative that the doctor had given him to calm his nerves and allow him to sleep easily. As it was, even without being hunted and getting shot, James often had trouble sleeping. Just as he was drifting off, he could've sworn he heard the creak of a door opening, but before he could think about it anymore, he was asleep. Zoey was lying in bed wide awake, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Next to