Lahat ng Kabanata ng Submission is Not My Style : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Did he just admire my strength? Before I can process his words fully, Lady Celestia’s scream tears through the air. The kind of sound that pierces your eardrums and clings to your skin—like claws dragging down your spine. This isn’t just a scream you hear—it’s one that haunts you. “How can you adm

The storm outside doesn’t calm. Thunder refuses to stop. It roars again—louder, angrier—shaking the palace walls with every strike, raging in sync with the chaos brewing inside. The chandelier’s crystals clatter above. Stone pillars groan. Paintings crash to the floor, shattering like fragile bones

Somewhere deep within the palace, while panic and chaos claw through the halls over a dying girl, Lady Celestia twirls in place behind gold-lined walls and satin curtains. She moves like a giddy child playing queen in a dollhouse, her silken robe cascading over her shoulders like a crown of its own.

The room is quiet, unnaturally so. Not even the wind dares to whisper through the windows. The only sound that breaks the silence is the steady beep of the heart monitor beside Kali’s bed—a stubborn reminder that she’s still holding on. Jack hasn’t moved in hours. He sits like stone, slumped forw

I sit beside her, unmoving, barely breathing, as if the smallest shift might break her entirely. Kali lies on the bed like a thread stretched thin between life and death, and damn it, it kills me to see her like this. She’s always been this unshakable force of nature—sharp tongue, unbreakable will.