Padme Lives Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I swallowed the painful lump forming in my throat before I finally started reading. My dearest Windy, If you're reading this, it means I'm no longer there to see the wonderful woman you've become. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer. If I had one wish, it would have been to watch you grow up beside your mother. But life doesn't always give us what we want. There's something I never told you. Don Alejandro Domingo wasn't just my kumparé. He was my best friend. We built our dreams together when we were young. We made a promise to each other.

"Dear Tehilla, looks like you still don't know the severity of the trouble you've caused." As the Young Lady of the Damien Family, she had always looked down on the other members of the Damien Family since a young age. Therefore, when she saw Thomas, who dared to mock her, she bellowed, "I'm talking to my dad, so mind your own business, alright?" However, Thomas sneered while a layer of cold mist covered his pretty, feminine face. Then, he placed a laptop in front of her. "Take a look for yourself." When she received the laptop, she saw an app called 'Live Pandas' broadcasting live on the laptop. Today's live broadcast was about the well known business man, Nathan Clemon, feeding pandas. It

“The head of the Moon Readers.” Tharion exhaled slowly, realization dawning. Padma’s serene expression never wavered; she worked as if this were simply another cup of tea to be poured—elegant, deliberate, devastatingly effective. Kaplan’s body began to ease as the pain ebbed away, each breath less ragged than the last. His gaze stayed fixed on Jaiyana’s grandmother, as if afraid that if he looked away, the fragile reprieve would vanish. Padma’s smile was gentle and knowing, her hand resting lightly against his back, the warmth of her touch grounding him.

And who are you and your father, may I ask," he said softly. I smiled and told him I was Madeline Drăculea, daughter of Ambrose the king. Fane looked like he was going to pass out and Lennex and I both grabbed his thin arms before he fell back in shock. "Rae is his grandchild, oh fuck me," he groaned and I chuckled softly at him realizing how badly he fucked up. "Don't worry about it too much, I will protect you boyfriend " Rae stated firmly with her hands on her hips. "Her grandmother was Pandora the assassin, I'd be more concerned about that if I were you," Lennex told him with a smirk and poor Fane squeaked. I told him to stop scaring the poor man and Lennex chuckled and suggested that he

Lord Morel said in a thousand voices. “I as well,” replied Damien who looked at the head oracle, Pan Phineas. “`Till we meet again, Damien. May I suggest you teach Sebastian the song of Phases?” “If he wishes to,” Damien replied with a curt bow. “Until we meet again.” - This is the end of Phasma Phase 4 - We shall meet again in Phasma Phase 5 after a short break from the author :)

"You should get some sleep, and I see you're very weak." "Yes." Sharmaine closed her eyes. Augustus put the blanket over Sharmaine. Sharmaine opened her eyes in the dream and felt the surrounding space change. Sharmaine's mother's face appeared. "Mommy," Sharmaine spoke up. Pandora touched Sharmaine's face. Even though they were apart and had different lives, Pandora still loved Sharmaine even though time had separated them. "Are you pregnant?" "Yes." "That child can make you die." Pandora touched Sharmaine's face.

I knock once, and the door opens just enough for August to pull me inside the room. And on his bed is Padma. She’s still conscious, but barely so. She’s crying profusely, looking at August and me desperately as she raises her hands and shows me what’s going on. Black veins on her hands, spreading all the way up to her neck. They’re still thin. Barely a trace of it in there. But I know that when it reaches her face, it’s over. Padma has been poisoned. And as opposed to the guard who died, I know for sure that she hasn’t been anywhere outside.

Piers and Ria were expected by the evening. Paddy listened intently, munching on his sandwiches. He felt her sorrow in the way her voice faltered. She was deeply saddened to know that her friend, the Buddhist monk, was dying. When he was done, Proserpina asked softly, “Have you finished your sandwiches, Paddy?” It was such a sweet query. Paddy started as he glanced at the watch on his wrist. Weary as she was, expecting her two children, she had sat up, talking to him while he ate, making sure that he had his dinner.

Syd asked as soon as she answered the call. “ Not good Syd, not good. She's in a coma...” Padma said. “ ... was it that bad?” she whispered “ It was, you’d see for yourself once you get here.” “ I’d see you soon,” Syd dropped the call climbing up her brother's private jet. Padma stepped out of the ward for fresh air. She needed to get some food to eat and air to breathe. She couldn't stay in the ward any longer with her friend lying in a coma.

Tanisi: “I am managing just fine Padma. How are you? I heard you no longer stay in the Old Palace and have found a wealthy Patron.” Padma: “I thought the Emperor would take good care of you. Yes, my life is very good now. I broke up with that scum Pradyumna. I am leading a luxurious life.” Tanisi squirmed at Pradyumna being called names. She knew he was punishing himself as he was in love with Padma. While Padma seemed to have moved on. Her heart went out for Pradyumna and thought she should talk to Naksha and see if he could be introduced to a nice woman.