Bloody Liar

(Evelyn’s POV) It has been three entire days since I last set eyes on Lottie. Three days since I witnessed her parading about with Ruiz, hand in hand as though she owned him. And three days since the bitch's had the sheer gall to look directly at me… and lie. Lie, without a flicker of hesitation. I bite down on my lower lip until I taste blood, the copper tang doing little to temper the slow burn of my rage. The audacity of her! I had thought, rather charitably of me, that perhaps I’d been overly harsh with her. That maybe she truly didn’t comprehend the offence she’d caused. I imagined that if I addressed it plainly, she might be contrite, admit her error, and the matter could be laid to rest. But no. Instead, she spun her little fabrication, and did so with a straight face. Thinking I'm too daft to notice. Lottie has never been a competent liar, which makes it all the more infuriating that she should attempt it with me. And for what? To protect whatever tawdry little

Last Updated : 2025-08-11

I'll Play It Right

(Evelyn’s POV) He fixes those sapphire blue eyes on me. They're as clear as a winter’s dawn as he studies me with an observing look that borders on sinful. His gaze lingers, unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world and intends to spend it memorising every inch of me. My heart begins to gallop, quite against my better judgement, but I refuse to be the first to look away. Instead, I grant him a measured smile, polished, poised, but I'm sure the heat in my cheeks would ruin the effect. Those eyes do not so much as flicker from mine when, in a voice low and utterly certain, he says, “I want the crimson earrings, tucked in the far corner at the back.” How on earth did he even see them from here? I clear my throat softly. “Yes… of course.” His gaze follows me as I move, and it’s so unwavering, so intentionally penetrating, that I swear I can feel it pressing between my shoulder blades. Wrapping the order becomes an exercise in a slow and precise performance. Every motion

Last Updated : 2025-08-11

What Game Are You Playin'?

(Damon’s POV) I can’t believe Father summoned me for family dinner. That’s almost as rare as him saying please. This shit only happens when there’s an agenda. Or worse: when he’s found out something. My mind flickers briefly to my little toy, but no. There's no way he'd know about her. At least, not yet. I stride into the dining hall, hands tucked in pockets, and my steps echoing in the cavernous space. The table is filled with all kinds of delicacies, silver platters steaming, crystal gleaming. In the Adraklin household, that spread only means one thing: trouble. The only question is whose neck is on the block. Father and Mother are already seated, along with Marquis and his mate, Emma, who’s fretting as always. But Orlstyne’s absence needles at me. “Where’s Orlstyne?” I ask, takin' my seat. Mother exhales in an exaggerated scoff. “First thing you say, eh? No bow for your Father? No proper greeting? You truly need discipline, Drelduin.” “That’s enough, love,” Father says with

Last Updated : 2025-08-11

Psychopath

(One of the Gnoks, Kaida’s, POV) I’ve known the Princes since they were naught but squalling babes. Seen their first wails, their first steps, their first cuts and bruises; although most of those were courtesy of their father. King Oedyz was never the gentle sort; he raised his sons with a fist of iron and a heart colder than winter stone. Even after all these years, despite my service and my loyalty, getting close to them was like reaching for a viper’s head; possible, but you’d not live to tell the tale. They were raised in suspicion, taught from the cradle to trust no soul but their own shadow. The King made sure of that. In Spargia, hierarchy isn’t just a matter of pride, it’s the very marrow of survival. For us Variants, the surest way to secure one’s future is to be fated to a powerful mate. But fate’s a cruel dealer. You can be a beggar today and a crowned king tomorrow, and all it takes is the pull of those unbreakable threads. King Oedyz himself had the luck, or cun

Last Updated : 2025-08-12

I Wouldn't Dare If I Were You

(Damon’s POV)It’s only been a few days since I last saw Charlotte, but it might as well be a century. I have lingered in this place long enough to keep Marquis off my back... or so I hoped. Persistent fella, that one. I wonder what she's doin' now, anyways. Probably asleep like a fuckin' Willie. I chuckle softly then feel the itch again.This maddening itch at the back of my skull, like a claw scratching from inside. I can’t reach it or soothe it, and it's been gnawing at me since I left the coffeehouse. Tried burning it out with those bastard Spards earlier, but still nothin’. It just made me more restless. The frustration's festering and my skin hums with this uneasy energy. I hear light footsteps beyond my chamber door. And already, I don't need to look to know who the culprit is before the door swings inward, without the courtesy of a knock.It's Orlstyne, obviously.“Looks like somebody’s missed me,” I utter dully, loungin’ back ’til my shoulders hit the bedframe. “To what do

Last Updated : 2025-08-13

I Know Just How To Fix That

(Damon's POV)As I pass an open doorway, somethin’ catches my eye: two silver cups on a shelf, gleamin’ in the dim room. The air in that room feels heavier somehow. It once belonged to Freya, Orlstyne's mate. Considering the door's left opened and all, he must've paid her ghost a visit. Perhaps Hades didn't change him, like Father thought; still as soft as the royal idiot he is. And I still have no idea why they do shit like that.Dead people don't talk, so it's no use killin' even. Once they're gone the fun's all over. Why live such borin' life musing over someone long gone?I step closer, the glint of the cups pulling at me. Funny, the way silver seems to hum when it catches light.Silver cups..Silver...The thought strikes like a match, and I snap my fingers. Charlotte spoke of seeing someone with silver eyes. Is she… awakening? Maybe her powers are comin’ on faster than I thought. Would it be dangerous to claim her now? I was tryna wait till she got a grip, but if she's findin'

Last Updated : 2025-08-14

All Chapters of Charlotte: The Fate of the White Dragon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Bloody Liar

I'll Play It Right

What Game Are You Playin'?

Psychopath

I Wouldn't Dare If I Were You

I Know Just How To Fix That