Romans & histoires Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes

Yet here I am, killing my only source of happiness left in this world of desertion and betrayal. The universe is a cruel, sick force. I wiped the blood flowing from his eyes and from his mouth as I whispered more apologies and pleads for forgiveness. Once the song was completed, I allowed his heavy body to fall limp beside me as I fell near him, staring up through the leaves of the trees at the evening stars beginning to make an appearance in the sunset-stained sky. Beautiful, shining stars that were forced to witness a fight between lovers end with the loss of my other half.

If the Serbs didn’t take my Birdene, then who did? And if Flynn Black didn’t poach the Serbs, then who the fuck did? Who the fuck was Alana feeding false information to as well? Either way, I won't rest until I find my Little Bird, and I will burn every empire to the ground if I need to. I will paint the world a sinister shade of blood-red with the bodies that will drop like fucking flies.

Shayad Kabhi Na Keh Sakoon Main Tumko, Perhaps, I’ll never speak the unspoken. Kahe Bina Samajh Lo Tum Shayad, Perhaps, you’ll understand anyway. The song started to play and we both swayed our body with the beats Shayad Mere Khayal Mein Tum Ik Din, Perhaps, I’ll find you in my dreams. Milo Mujhe Kahin Pe Gum Shaayad, Perhaps, we’ll find a meeting ground. He rested his hand on my waist and thankfully my Dress is covering my back other than I would have got a heart attack today.

His deep voice replied without answering the question, "What do you think about that snake?" I replied, "It was mean." "Why do you say that?" "I passed out after it licked me. Fortunately, its venom wasn't lethal, or I’d be dead by now." His body stiffened, and he said, "What if the snake was trying to save you?" "Wild beasts are ferocious. They will always attack people for no reason and eat them. I…" I suddenly stopped speaking when I realized the wound Taylor left on the back of my hand, where the snake had licked me, was now closed up and healed. Could that snake really have been trying to treat me?

Nine years ago, my family used me to pay off their debts. That was how I ended up married to the most dangerous man in the Rivoli underworld, Vincenzo Casanova. Everyone said I was lucky. My family was ruined, and I was its last heir. Marrying Vincenzo was supposed to be my one chance at a new life. I believed them. I thought if I played my part and never caused trouble, our marriage might actually last. I was wrong. At our ninth anniversary party, Vincenzo walked into the ballroom hand in hand with his secretary, Chiara Moretti. Chiara was all smiles, one hand resting on her belly. She announced that she was pregnant with Vincenzo's child. With Rivoli's most powerful families watching, Vinc

She shoved Rizz's shoulder, making her stumble backward. "Don't get so full of yourself just because Hery talked to you," Selena snapped. "He's only being polite because his father told him to help you. That's all. He still likes me." She looked Rizz up and down with a disgusted laugh. "Why would he ever like a dirty, ugly, skinny girl like you?" Selena sneered. "You're a mess. You smell like poverty." She crossed her arms proudly. "Just wait. When I marry Hery, you'll be crying and screaming with jealousy."

Only then would Rosie panic, rush him to the hospital—while chewing out Phoebe at the same time. Too bad for Peter, that just made Phoebe hate him more. And the worse she treated him, the more he seethed. In his past life, he'd never known humiliation like this. Now? His second life was a full-blown nightmare, and Rosie's whole family was on his hit list. The second he was old enough, he struck back. What a show—two snakes from the same pit sinking their fangs into each other. I watched him suffer for a bit before lazily stepping in to "stop" Phoebe.

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

That night, Selene dismissed all her other attendants and only let Fenric stay in her bedchamber. They talked through the night. They spoke from midnight to dawn, until the last candle on the table went out and the sound of birdsong came from outside the window. Selene told Fenric all about her rebirth, them being in a storybook, and about severing pacts. She told him everything, including her plan to become the next head of the family and her ambition to become the greatest beast tamer the world had ever known.

Her face turned ashen as she recalled what she'd been holding moments ago. The blood on them had still been warm. She was the one who had my organs ripped from my body, leaving behind a trail of blood before they were transplanted into Brandon. She swayed unsteadily on her knees before crumpling to the ground, a dull thud echoing in the room. In that instant, it looked like she wanted nothing more than to tear herself apart alive.