Body Double Cersei Novels & Stories

Logan's voice suddenly came through, "Hey, you two are all lovey-dovey every day and totally forget this poor single guy exists. But it's fine. Once I find her, I won't be single much longer. "Then, the four of us can take a trip together. Zoey, what do you think?" Before I could say anything, Troy cut in, "I don't think so. Move over. Babe, you were saying something. Go on." Troy switched from cold to gentle like it was nothing, and my heart did a stupid little flip. An ideal boyfriend was supposed to have that kind of sharp contrast and obvious double standard. Being with that kind of guy was what actually made a relationship feel exciting.

So, I rushed into the tent after the girl and to my horror, the warm old lady who had been accommodating to me was lying face down on the carpet, in the pool of her own blood. Her throat had been slashed and not with claws but rather with a knife. The cut was clean, evidently done by a professional, which meant she was just killed by an assasin. Something was not right and it made me wonder, what did Cersei know and why did my visit to her trigger her death?

A third boy with wavy brown watches on, seeming enthralled by what's going on in front of him. Lip sits at the very end of the long dining table, face buried in a book, as he sips a cup of orange juice. And then I see Cersei, and I can feel myself stiffen at the sight of her. Quill clears his throat, and instantly the swords are put away, getting the attention of the twin boys on him, the one with the wavy brown hair turned around. Lip closes his book, and Cersei looks to Quill, though it looks like she's glowering a bit.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

I no longer considered the stairs that I might be able to jump from this one-story height, I climbed each step ahead of Mas Charles. "Levi ...." I ignored Charles' call and only realized that the merry body had passed by without me wanting to catch it. On the one hand, my conscience refused to be ignored. But on the other hand... I wanted to kill him. "Levi?" At the bottom of the stairs, right near the fall of Charles, Milly saw me.

His tone is deep. “Not exactly,” I huff, dabbing a hand at my lips to rub away the lingering ache. “But…thanks for helping me,” “Don't mention it,” Still holding my shoulders, he looks over at the conniving bitches flanking my sides. “So? You both can't talk because you joined hands to bully someone?” “No…no, Mr. Boris, it's not what it looks like,” Cersei parrots, but a contemptuous scoff from Boris stops her short.

> “Now we find the part of me that thinks she’s real… and remind her why I’m the one bleeding.” Lucien moved closer. Slower this time. > “And if she’s stronger than you?” Sera’s eyes were calm now. > “Then I make her doubt it.” Somewhere in a silent room Elise once used, a new interface powered on. The screen showed two faces. Both Sera. Both waiting. And one of them smiled. > “Version conflict detected.” > “Override pending…”

) Angelus's body crashed against a heavy gym equipment, destroying the heavy gym equipment in the process. "What's all this madness about??! Why are you fighting me, Cersei??! What have I done to you??" Angelus asked Cersei angrily while glaring at her totally dumbfounded because she was confused. "You are tryna act like you don't know what you did??" Cersei asked Angelus angrily while throwing a heavy gym equipment at her. "I don't know!! Tell me!!! Angelus yelled at Cersei while catching the gym equipment and putting it on the floor carefully.

Then he picked up his phone and answered, "What is it?" "Young master is leaving the house with the girl, and they are carrying luggage with them. Also, I heard he asked to get the private jet ready for them." A female voice echoed into his ear. "Good job." "Thank you, master." "Your payment for this month will be doubled, especially since you risked your life to open the door for Rami's men." "Thank you so much, master!" After ending the call, Luther rested his phone back on the couch, picked up his glass, and took a sipped of his drink.