Prisoner Of Love Hogwarts Legacy 소설 & 이야기

But one day he will also be free from his control even without the help of the person that the priestess said before she loses her breath. Twelve years have passed since his father died in front of him together with the priestess who was his advisor. Minister Ding forced his father to drink poison otherwise he would be killed as well as his Grandmother Yesha who was the former queen. His father did nothing but follow the minister's wishes just to protect him and his grandmother. Even the priestess was forced to drink poison too. But before she died, she left him a words. According to her, someone will come and help him to break free from Minister Ding's control over him. But until now, the p

"I thought the Legacy was the only thing beneath this city." Astera closed her eyes. "No." Her voice was heavy with sorrow. "It never was." The chamber fell silent once more. Elyra looked from Astera to the Legacy. "Then tell us." "What is the Prisoner?" The Heart pulsed. The Legacy answered quietly. "Not what." "Who." A cold chill swept through the chamber. Who. Not a creature. Not a force. A person. Or someone who had once been one. The Heart projected another vision. An ancient memory.

I found I couldn't move my legs. "Don't worry, Elara," the Liquidator said. "I’m here to 'Negotiate.' The Collective understands your... sentimental attachment to this 'Hardware.'" He opened the briefcase. Inside was a single, glowing blue pill. "This is the **'Legacy-Patch,'**" he explained. "If you take it, your consciousness will be 'Uploaded' to a perfect recreation of 1998. You’ll have your parents. You’ll have Sarah. You’ll live forever in a loop of perfect, sun-drenched happiness."

” “Okay Ma’am, well the second reason is because I am deeply sorry for what I have done and because I have promised never to ever do something like that ever again so please forgive me and join me to have breakfast.” “No!” “NO?? Really Princess?” “Yes. No, I won’t join you have breakfast and I won’t also forgive you unless…” “Unless what my love…please tell me and I will immediately get it done.” he said, bringing my hands to his lips and showering them with kisses. “Do you promise to do it, no matter what it may be? That is the only way I will forgive you..so if you’re gonna keep trying to wriggle out of doing it then there no point in me telling you about it.”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Shawn sat up on the bed and looked down at Aldridge, “How is that possible? I am nothing but an ex-prisoner, asking me to be your lover is too much for me to bear. Being your lover means that I have to take responsibility for you exactly like a married man takes responsibility for his wife.” Aldridge looked at his serious expression and agreed with his words but then again he had already made up his mind about all of this, “That is your position by my side and you cannot do anything about it; this is how you will be able to survive on the outside and that is by staying by my side as MY lover.” “You did not tell me that I had to be your lover, was I tricked?” Shawn asked him, all he could rec

Callajan? Sylvester: Why I am here? I gasped when i heard him says that, its looks like he didn't remember what happened Doctor: You don't remember what happened? Sylvester: I don't, the last thing i remember is when I Traveled in Paris with my fiancee Doctor:Do you remember your fiancee ? Sylvester: Yes, she's Loreane And that's hits me, he remember what happened but he didn't remember that it was me his fiancee. Loreane is my friend.

Another day in the prison we've built from good manners and family expectations. Another day of loving a ghost.

“I’ve tried, but the clasp is sealed. I didn’t want to force it and risk breaking it.” He handed it back to me, his fingers brushing mine. “Maybe it’s time to find out what’s inside.” I nodded, my pulse quickening. Using a small tool from Victor’s desk set, I carefully pried at the clasp. With a soft click, the locket opened. Inside was a folded piece of paper, so delicate it seemed ready to disintegrate. I carefully unfolded it, revealing a handwritten note. To the one who holds my heart, This locket contains more than just memories. It holds the key to everything I couldn’t say out loud. Trust the one who gave it to you, and know that love can conquer even the darkest of shadows.

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.