All Chapters of No Escape From Fate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The days passed, and there were noticeably fewer girls left. Only the most cunning ones remained… and me. I no longer had meetings with the king, and I didn’t know whether to be glad or sad about it. I missed him. I missed the arrogant mage-guard and the gallant king alike. I lacked his company, whatever form it took.Vasmiya came to see me a couple of times to ask advice about certain wedding details. I showed her the royal library, and she was absolutely delighted.I know how much she loves reading, so I suggested she keep me company while I searched for materials on curses. The brunette, in turn, devoured books about all sorts of terrifying and dangerous creatures and inhabitants of the planet. Despite her sensitive, timid nature, she adores horror stories. After all, it was thanks to her that we once learned who the utuliskis were.I also helped Vasmiya with preparations at her home, since the newlyweds planned to move into their new house immediately after the celebration. It was

"I’d like to help too… I mean, I made you pull those people out, and now you have extra problems because of me.""Honestly, I’m even grateful to you for persuading me to do a good deed. Now I’m a hero to them, and a lot of good people were saved from a terrible fate. You… unknowingly make me become a better version of myself," what a confession!"Don’t forget that I also know how to get on your nerves," I remind him. "And that, you know, is a skill too! And I’m very good at it and actually enjoy it, to be honest," and I don’t regret it one bit."That, I never doubted," the brunette laughs, and we fall silent in the moment.It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to him so normally. This version of Kays—or Karadeylis—I like the most.We look at each other, and it feels as if the world has stopped. Watching the man closely, I realize how many nuances I hadn’t noticed before—nuances that are almost identical in both the mage and the king.How did I not see it earlier? The same eyes, the

What a morning! At least someone will finally get some clarity in life. I hope Yafi has enough sense to sort things out properly and that they’ll finally be together.But my faint smile fades when I remember that my own problems are no easier. My head starts buzzing from trying to find some kind of solution—without success. I have absolutely no appetite, so I skip breakfast, lying in bed, petting Figaro and silently suffering from the uncertainty.A couple of hours later, Iolanta returns to my room. The girl has a light blush, shining eyes, and a guilty look."Sorry I left you like that," my friend starts to justify herself."You didn’t leave me—you were carried away from me," I smile, noticing her blush deepen. "So, spill it. How are things with you?""Well… we talked," Iolanta lowers her eyes shyly, "and now we’re together. At least, we’re going to try.""Thank God!" I laugh. "Are you happy?""Probably. I can’t quite put my feelings into words yet," the girl looks at me with a dream

"As usual, on the summer terrace. This time the king didn’t bother with anything fancy.""Perfect. We’ll need to swap out the dessert on the table!" I see the surprise on my friends’ faces."Why?" a perfectly logical question from Yafi. "Are you planning to poison the king or the girl?""Oh, piss off!" I snort. "I’m not poisoning anyone. We just need to see Karadeylis’s reaction, that’s all," I bat my lashes innocently."You’re up to something, Iza," the guard doesn’t believe me. "I don’t want us dangling on the gallows together later.""Oh, stop dramatizing!" Io jumps to my defense. "We made those prepedollies together, there’s definitely no poison in them. If you want, you can try one yourself.""Alright, I believe you," the blond gives in. "But Darius usually keeps a very close eye on the table setting.""And that’s where you come in—you’ll distract him!" I say enthusiastically, and he grimaces."I can’t stand him! A nasty old grump!""Guys, I’ll explain everything later, if it wor

"You love me, you say. You want to be with me… Then look at me and enjoy it," he strips out of his clothes quickly, and once again I’m convinced that it’s him. I remember those black patches instead of karpits. That realization calms me, and I accept what’s happening.Kays has no intention of being gentle with me and rips my clothes off. He’s angry—and that’s understandable. Still, I can see regret on his face, and uncertainty about what’s happening.What the hell is this?! Where was all this hesitation and remorse when you were biting Nufira’s throat and jerking off in my underwear?!I step closer and start kissing the king myself, bending down, almost squatting. So this is how men feel when they’re a head taller than the woman.The last thing I expected was to be tossed onto the bed as if I weighed nothing at all. It was pretty dark, but it was obvious that the “equipment” wasn’t exactly impressive—though, honestly, it could have been worse."Well… you make do with what you have," t