Romans & histoires From Ex's Trash To King's Treasure

I swear the metallic taste of blood still lingers in my mouth. Marek grabs my hand, using his spare one to cradle my head. "You're not, alright? This looks like a flesh wound." "You need to go, before you make Tai angry," I insist, looking at the King's back. His paitence will wear thin, and he will have Marek imprisoned again, except this time, it won't be so easy to strike a deal with him. Marek looks over his shoulder grimly, knowing I'm right. "Meet me on the forest line in three days. You should feel better by then."

And on the front porch stood Krishna, with all my sisters behind her. She looked at me with a stoic expression. "Finders, keepers!" I shouted at her. Her brows furrowed, obviously confused. I smirked and continued walking. I'm not letting her resurrect the Great Witch. And the only way, is finding the golden trinket first. I turned my back to the mansion I once called home and grabbed the keys to my black mini cooper car. It’s time to finally feel freedom and blend into the crowd of humans in the city.

My face stayed blank as I tossed it straight into the trash. "That one was hand-knit by my mom. This piece of crap doesn't even come close." Elmer frowned when he saw the scarf in the bin, then sat down beside me. "I know. But the dead won't come back, Moira. What's gone is gone. Risa didn't mean any harm, and it was you who pissed her off first, wasn't it? Come on, don't be mad." He reached out like he always did, trying to pat my head.

It's trash_inlove Till the next Adios.

To her, that was worse than death. "Too bad, it's not up to you." Donovan waved, ordering, "Exile them to the Wastelands. They are never to set foot in any packs again." The Wastelands were a barren, desolate region in Northmere—no food, no water, only howling winds and savage beasts. Being sent there was synonymous with a death sentence. The Gamma warriors stepped forward, dragging the mentally shattered Falcon and the struggling Julia out like rugs. Walter remained collapsed on the floor, watching his son being taken away. After a night, he looked decades older.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

He mutters and then turns to run back as the little boy calms down to him ,he pauses turning to him . "This belong to your dad ,the Golden planter with The Madonna pack symbol,this is the other half and I don't know where the other half to make it a whole is , but he ask me to give it to you, perhaps To retrain your steps and Claim the throne"He mutters , handing it over to him as he ran off

As Alex looked at this information, his breathing became rapid. This was the real magical treasure! Compared to the thirty-six bone swords, the Stake of Exorcism was just trash!

Katty thought irritably. "Honey, would you like to see it?" The king repeated his question. "Oh, your highness. Yes, I want to see it." Katty replied, nodding. The king invited Katty to walk in front of him. "Just open it. The door isn't locked," said the king. Katty put her hand on the door. "Awwww!" Katty suddenly screamed and then let her hand go from the door. She looks in pain. The king immediately grabbed Katty's hand and examined it. "What's the matter, dear? Did something bite you? Are you hurt?" The king panicked. Katty stepped back slowly. Her face was pale. "Excuse me, your majesty, I have to go back to the room. My hand hurts." Katty replied and hurried back to the room. King Van