Lahat ng Kabanata ng Submission is Not My Style : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

“No!” The word rips from my throat before I even realize I’ve leapt to my feet. The chair scrapes harshly against the floor as my glare locks on my mother. I know that look in her eyes—the one that tells me whatever she’s planning, it isn’t good. Her brows arch, feigning surprise. “No? No what, chi

We don’t waste another heartbeat—Mother and I both know every moment counts now. Hand in hand, we leave Fury’s father’s house before the sun even begins to rise, with Jack at our side, protective as ever. Fury and Nora decide to stay behind. “I want to take care of him for a while,” Fury says, his

No. No, no. I throw the covers aside and stumble to my feet, ignoring the sharp, tearing ache in my chest, that raw emptiness where our bond should be. “Mother?” My voice trembles even as I call out, though I already know she won’t answer. I race through the palace halls, the marble floors cold b

The night air is sharp, heavy with the tang of ash and something darker—corruption that clings to the earth itself. The Queen stands cloaked in shadows, her breathing steady though her pulse races. Her fingers curl against the hollow of her throat where her necklace should rest—but it lies in the wr

The clearing thrums with a tension so thick it feels alive, pressing against the skin like a storm about to shatter the heavens. Shadows stretch long, the air vibrating with Malik’s twisted laughter as the Queen takes another step forward, her face carved from ice. “Enough of your wickedness,” she