Todos los capítulos de My Lover Is A Demigod : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The room was filled with excitement and anticipation as the girls tried on different outfits and experimented with makeup and hairstyles. The girls giggled and chatted, making the room a mess in the process with clothes strewn all over and makeup scattered on the dresser.As the girls were busy getting ready, Luci walked into the room in her usual manner of not knocking, surprising everyone with a zip-lock bag containing two squares of brownies. Her thick black hair was left in a free afro and adorned with tiny yellow butterfly clips that added a pop of color to her ensemble. She looked stunning in a light nude brown crop top that showed off her gold belly button piercing, paired with a low-waisted ankle-length skirt that had a thigh-high slit, revealing her slender legs. Her outfit was completed with a pair of strappy sandals that gave her the sophisticated hippie girl look she is known for."Santa Mama is here with your treats, girls."Luci's announcement caught the attention of Sira

"Why Are you still in bed, miss?" Talia exclaimed as she walked into the room to find her friend tucked into the blanket with only the top of her brown braids visible. She dropped her water bottle on the dresser and dragged off the blanket from Sira's body, causing her to roll over to the other side of the bed with her face pressed on the pillow. "What Are you doing?" Talia asked loudly as she turned on all the light bulbs, "Today is the trip, remember? Get over your hangover". Sira moaned at the reminder as she rolled over facing the ceiling, her eyes narrowing as she squinted at the fluorescent light."Have you been crying?" Talia's voice was laced with concern when she noticed Sira's face as she sat down on the bed. She examined her friend's face closely realising eyes were smaller than they usually were, looking like tiny black dots in their sockets. Talia moved closer to her friend, taking her hands in hers and stroking them like she normally does whenever she is down.Sira releas

She knew where she was, yet she kept her eyes closed, hoping steadfastly that she was wrong. She hoped what she remembered was a dream that was far from reality. Dreaming was enjoyable, and it was pleasant when he placed his lips on hers like they were always meant to be there. His lips were soft like baby skin and sent butterflies fluttering through her whole body, first from her lips to down her throat, flowing all the way down to the tips of her fingers and tips of her toes, and finally shooting up to her brain. It was a pleasant dream indeed, although the memories of having such a dream cannot be entertained."Are you awake now?"With the sound of Gerald's voice, she had to accept reality. She opened her eyes, and it was definitely not a dream. Gerald was in a pair of plain maroon boxers, and beads of water hung on his chest hairs. There was nothing unattractive about his shirtless body in that moment; his lean chest was well defined with muscles, and his waist narrowed down to his

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao. The scene unfolded like a delicate dance, with the Princess gracefully gliding into the grand hall, her dress shimmering in the light. The nobles parted, their eyes fixed on her, as she made her way to the table. I watched with bated breath, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the delicate silverware. The Princess's confidence was infectious, and soon, the room was filled with laughter and chatter, the nobles eager for her attention. Lady Eni, however, r

Aurora POV"Aurora." His voice was unmistakable, that deep but soft timbre echoing through the corridor. My first instinct was to keep moving, to escape the sudden tension building in my chest. But, of course, I couldn't. I was just a palace maiden, bound by duty and protocol. So, I turned around, bowing my head in the usual royal courtesy. "Your Highness," my voice sounded shaky to my own ears.I saw his shadow move closer, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. Within seconds, he was standing right in front of me, so close I could smell his scent - a subtle blend of sandalwood and citrus. My heart raced, my mind reeling with conflicting emotions.uuu"Aurora," he said again, his voice softer, more intimate. I bowed my head further, avoiding his gaze. "Please, Aurora, speak to me," he added, his tone suddenly timid."Yes, Your Highness, what would you like me to speak about?" I replied, trying to keep my voice neutral, my head still bowed. His presence was already flooding my