Through Realms Of Sins(Short Stories)
Mustering a soft smile, she walked into the sitting area, her eyes looking forward and only focusing on her beloved parents.
It wasn't that Beauty did that on purpose, but her subconscious was secretly avoiding looking at the man who was about to forcefully steal her away.
“Mother, father!” calling out to her parents with a voice as tiny and sweet as the most beautiful song by the singing bird. It sounds like a lullaby, comfortable and filled with so much gentleness and cravings making one unconsciously indulge in it and if you aren’t too careful, you will get lost in it and never be found.