Pamumula Ng Palad Novels & Stories

“Must those men need to stay there?” “Of course,” Falstad smiled. “There must be scattered survivors around the castle, and we are giving them hope. In times of need, these people need hope the most princess.” Though he was smiling, it gave off a creepy chill as if he meant no sincerity in his words. These people are for him to step on in his rise to power, and the prized jewel to the throne rides beside him.

Kasama nila ang pangako sa dambana, sa harapan ng Diyos, na ang pag-iisang katawan nila ay dapat may basbas Nito. Si Tala naman ang nagsambit ng salita sa lumang wika. “Bilang asawa mo, ito ang pangako sa ating ni Bathala. Ang tayong dalawa ay pag-isahin. Pinapangako ko na ako ang magbibigay buhay sa punlang manggagaling sa iyo. Walang ibang binhing maaaring pumasok sa aking sinapupunan simula sa araw na ito habang tayo ay nabubuhay. Dangal mo ay aalagaan ko at hindi ko dudungisan kailanman ang iyong pangalan. Sumpa ko ito sa harap ni Bathala, mahal kong Limuel.”

She wrapped her tiny arms into his brother's torso. Pamela was 8 years old immortal, the 6th daughter of the Berhalksawn family, and the only daughter of Persophone in the family. Today she was wearing a cute pink dress and pink sakura headband, and her cloak don't suit her well. "It's so early Mela," I told her and removed her grip. "But it's already Spring!!! Can't you see it?" She excitedly led me to the balcony of his room that he hadn't opened since yesterday. She opened the curtain, and the wind blew pink sakura inside his room.

My fists clenched in anger. “Georgina, don’t you think you should be somewhere else? You wouldn’t want to ruin Pamela’s special day.” My hands trembled with anger, but I forced myself to remain calm. “Lena you are wearing a beautiful gown.” Pamela’s face hardened. “Dad got it for her, it's going to be a special day, daddy is going to announce something and I know he wants to make me the next queen.” I scoffed and immediately started laughing as tears flowed down my cheeks, my face contorted with disbelief.

' While Darryl was thinking about that, Golden Lion Paladin dragged him and strolled toward a palace on the island. Darryl noticed that the palace in the middle of the island was built with giant white stones. It had a golden roof, and it looked magnificent and solemn under the scorching hot sun. There was a huge plaza in front of the palace. The plaza was huge, and the statues of the 12 paladins surrounded it. It looked magnificent. The Temple of Light was located at the back of the plaza. Wow! The moment he entered the temple, Darryl could not help but take a cold breath when he saw the situation in front of him.

The walls, the pillars, the roof–this is a palace. The three of us stood transfixed as we watched the ballroom filled with people who were dancing. Some were seen kissing while others were drinking and gossiping. “What's the occasion all about and why are we here?” I whispered. Passing through from one person to another. This looks like another dream that I could easily wake up from. “I thought I told you I wanted to show you something?” Pamela raised a brow. “Yes. What does a grand ball party have to do with the situation?”

he intoned solemnly. Drawing strength from each other, Andrei and Asa clasped hands. Their shared gaze spoke volumes - of hope, love, and a shared future. With a reassuring nod, the priest began, "With this ring, reaffirm the promises you make to one another today." Amidst the soaring arches and intricately carved pillars of the ancient cathedral, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Every face in the audience was lit with excitement, every heart pounding in sync with the melody of love that played in the background. This was Andrei's moment, a dream he had painstakingly constructed, brick by emotional brick, over many years. The culmination of whispered secrets, shared dreams, and qu

"What is happening? Why is my heart fluttering around him?" Shama thought as she walked. "Here you are." Ansh said opening her eyes. The whole kingdom was decorated beautifully. Lights hung above her. Shama walked through the streets. Stalls for free were placed in the market area. The poor kids and elders happily bought things for themselves. A grand feast for every person in the kingdom was made. The royal cook made all the foods for everyone. "So that's why there was no one in the palace the whole day. Good job. I am proud of you all."

I gave a small smile, "Thank you. But you can't refer to me as a princess anymore, I relinquished my title the moment I was collared." Pam waved it off, "That's not true my princess. Once a princess is always a princess. You can never be like us lowborns. You will always be royalty; the way you walk, the way you stand and even the way you talk. It's all royalty, my princess." Before I could give my thanks to Pam's kind words, the door opened and the other two slaves—Gerta and Urla, entered into the room with six plates of food and then they set it before everyone.

*** The palace room was filled with various kings sat together around Samarth, who had come from distant lands to congratulate Samarth on acquiring this kingdom. Some of them were neighbouring kingdoms, while others had traveled from far-off lands to pay homage to the king, for the man was none other than the kingdom's once commander's eldest son – a man renowned far and wide for his exceptional wisdom, unyielding strength, and unmatched skills. The grand hall was resplendent in its decorations, with beautiful, newly woven purple and red silk curtains that cascaded down the walls like majestic waterfalls. Exquisite flower garlands, specially crafted with marigold, jasmine, and delicate petal