Dark Enchantress Cookie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

I'll be the reason behind his death! I have stopped playing games that doesn't mean I have forgotten how to play. "Oh my god! Mrs. Mikhail, you are looking so gorgeous." I turned towards the sugary voice. It's Mrs. Crasta, as always trying to approach me in all the parties. She changes her colours as per the situation, how freely she is calling me Mrs. Mikhail now. "Thanks!" I didn't show much interest. "Oh my goodness! Is that the queen's necklace?" She gasped in awe while looking at my necklace.

She held up his index finger and cast a deadly magic, the violets. "Tonight is the last full moon in a hundred years. The most appropriate time to start a new life. I am Queen Millorick and my magical kingdom will be the most powerful and invincible ruler!" She shouted and was followed by the horrifying noise of the other witches. Then she took out an object that I had expected, the silver chalice. Millorick had the chalice of flames, while the other two were still safely stored in Glaze. "But we're still missing two of our most precious items.. Even if we only have the second cup, we can become immune to fire by drinking their blood!"

"I'd give them to Helia." "You're abandoning your childhood friend?" Rendall touched his heart playfully, feigning heartbreak. "That's terrible of you." Danica took one of the plates of cookies. Rendall was too busy taking bites from the different cookies Danica made and when she saw that he was not looking, she brought out the bottle of potion Helia had made for her and sprinkled it on the cookies. She quickly returned the bottle to her pocket and smiled. "Rendall." Danica walked over to Rendall with the cookies. "Why don't you have a bite and tell me what you think?"

she rambled on, as heat raised in her cheeks, filling it with scarlet. "Uh-uh," he smirked as he pointed the finger towards her and his fingers sparked with gold light with soft silvery stars around it. A cookie floated in front of her. "Apology cookie, mi'lady?' "You made a cookie with magic?" "No, I saw the cookie in the table and I brought it to you. I can't create. I can break, though. I have broken a lot of things." He smiled, looking very proud and childish. Boys!

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

In that stolen moment, the undeniable chemistry between the dark lord and myself was more palpable than ever. His fingers lingered, brushing against my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. The intimate touch ignited a fire within me, and without hesitation, our lips met in a passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as our connection deepened, a mixture of longing and desire intertwining in the air around us. In that stolen moment, the boundaries of our dangerous reality blurred, leaving only the intoxicating taste of our shared chemistry.

It was so intoxicating that I nearly sucked them all. The taste is indescribable— it was sweet divine nectar beyond humans can ever comprehend; it's addictive and pleasurable and I'm craving more. I can hear the scream of the man slowly fading away; I can also feel the hissing of his body until he gradually gets heavier, saka ko lamang siya binitawan nang maramdaman kong napawi na ang uhaw na nararamdaman ko. I feel like I didn't drink much for years. I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open.

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.

“Eventually, I was able to roll my eyeballs inside my ice prison to scan my surroundings. Dorm rooms, including bathrooms, were lit with Everlite crystals. The bathroom I was in was covered with silt and poorly maintained. Every kunoichi gave it a wide berth and now I was trapped in it.” Aki shivered. The skin on her arms had broken into goosebumps. She couldn’t tell who she would miss more: the innocent Sasha who was very clearly Mrs. Babor’s favorite child or the brave Sasha who had helped her through all the obstacles of the Treasure Vault. This was the reason; this was the encounter that turned a rational-minded Slayer to someone who was anxious about the mystic forces. More importantly,