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She just felt something warm and wet falling at the back of her hand, and heard the sound of sniffing. “Face me, my queen!” Jingfei frowned at the sudden skip of her heart. No! This can’t be happening. She don’t love him anymore. She had already moved on. Or was it all just a lie.. a to herself? A lie that she had already moved on and had forgotten him? That he was merely a fragment of her past that should be erased from her heart but not from her mind.

he waved towards a thatch styled rooftop. He unlocked the door to my room,walked in and placed my bag on the bed as I turned to admire the place. It was just as if seen on their promotional website,painted all white,tiled sea theme,the ceiling looked like clouds descended into the room, plus the king sized bed at the centre? It was beautiful…perfect

he whispers. The woman looks up at him, and I let out a gasp, causing her eyes to meet mine instead; eyes that used to be the most beautiful shade of ocean blue, but are now as black as the void. “Mom?” End of The Heartless Hybrid Queen

Standing in the throne room I slowly soak it all in. Everything I’ve ever wanted since I was just a little girl, is finally coming true. The man of my dreams is finally mine, my very own Prince Charming and soon we will be mated, and I will be his Queen. I will be Queen of the sirna. The people will rejoice that their Prince has found his future Queen and the people will exalt my name. My name will be spoken from their lips more than any God in history.

she said and burst into a fit of tears. "Are you sure you were not imagining things and you had actually seen the queen eat the heart of your husband?" I asked, just to be sure. "My king, I swear by the power of the moon goddess and any other power that there is. The Queen is a witch, a wicked and very deadly one. She cares about no one and only wants to get the silver wolf so that she can end the wolves..." Her words faltered out in my ear when I heard her mention the silver wolf.

"However," Queen Alara adds with a touch of bitterness, "now, despite being his chosen Queen, I am aware that he doesn't hold me in the highest regard. His delay in moving me into The Royal Palace of Hearts, even after I ascended to the position of Queen, speaks volumes. It is a manifestation of his underlying sentiments, a reminder that in his heart, he doesn't view me as highly as one might expect." “He is cold and heartless and his one true love is power.” Alara’s voice rises as she speaks. It’s almost as if she’s possessed by her own demons.

I felt a tugging sensation. Suddenly, my soul was brought to the morgue of a hospital. My body was being autopsied. The coroner in charge was Ian Jensen, my mother's current husband. After slicing my chest open, he frowned and made a call. A few minutes later, Wendy came walking in. Despite being in her forties, she looked as beautiful as before. What a shame that I never inherited her beauty. "Look at the corpse. The girl had a congenital heart disease, specifically a rare primary aortic dilatation," Ian said.

I stuck the knife into her chest and cut hard until I removed her heart, which had stopped beating. I hold it in my hands and walk towards Emilio, who cries like a kid and doesn't dare look at his mother's dead body. My men extend their hands, and I place the heart in them, making Emilio cry harder and try to move away. But my men don't let him go. "I lied to you," I say, "the one who would leave here in a bag would be your mother." Emilio sobs again. "Now, what will I do with you?"

She said as I felt my heartache. "We all know that she is the only child of the neighboring kingdom, not only was she brought up in a castle without the closure of men. She didn't have direct contact with them. When she came here you gave her the freedom that she could only dream of having. She saw many different types of men and she just couldn't resist." She said as I clenched hands in fists. "Shut up." I whispered in a husky voice. "I'm trying to make you see beyond her innocent pretense Henry. The queen does not only disrespect you, she acts like she has you in the palm of her hand." She said loudly.

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries