Sit On A Throne Of Lies Novels & Stories

While I watched, he turned to see me on the other side of the room, he was reddened and I could tell he was going to die soon, even though he knew about this. “Come on Don, do your worst, you’ll have to finish me off instead, if you think I am going to give you listening ears, I don’t think there’s any reason standing there with the knife and watching me like an actual moron.” He said, his face shivering as she sat, chained to the wooden chair in the dark room. I chuckled. “Vladimir Sven, my good friend,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “He who stands before a king, must know how to take a bow,” He replied in a sneer and tried to convince me that he wouldn’t be moved by my presen

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With the usual cold expression on her face, she replied, "You know me, I won't be satisfied with that." "That's my girl! Ehem—" realizing he has gone on an overwheleming state, affecting his posture, he relaxingly sat back with his legs and fingers crossed. "The royalties are real pain, huh. Misfortune must have been engraved on that crown they pass on, you think?" "And it would cause me more trouble if it falls into the wrong hands again," with an elegant movement, the sound of the porcelain touching the polished wooden table made a soft tapping noise. "Wrong hands, you say. Does that mean you have confirmed it already?" he asked, moving his head forward closer to hers.

Lopez asked him. Helon looked around the court room, all eyes were on him waiting for him to answer the question. “Yes, she is” he answered. “Why did you hesitate?” Thane asked, he had noticed his hands shaking a bit when the question was asked. “I was asking myself if all this was really worth it” he sufficed. “When will you stop lying and tell them the real truth, you just want the throne for yourself and that is why you are claiming to be my mate” Livey cut in airing out her own reason, Helon acted so well that the council were about to believe him again.

"He'll like you." Something moved in his expression: warmth, genuine and unguarded, the kind he did not perform. "I hope so," he said. The afternoon light was moving through the study windows, crossing the floor in long warm strips. In three days she would stand in the chamber and the lycan world would rearrange itself around a truth that had been suppressed for thirty years. She would stand there with a name and a bloodline and a bond that was constitutionally complete and absolutely her own choice.

Anrina was strapped tightly to the interrogation chair. "Leon! I was the one who helped you take the throne! You can't do this to me!" Leon crouched in front of her and slowly flipped open the diary, holding each page up for her to see. "You helped me? "You stole her achievements. And you got her, and my child was killed." Anrina instantly collapsed to her knees, smashing her forehead against the floor as she begged for mercy. Leon leaned against the wall and watched in silence, his face completely unreadable.

Then, she laughed. “My husband is a CEO. He’s worth millions of dollars. How could he possibly have such a poor mother? You should think it through before you lie! “Get out before I lose my temper! Otherwise, I’m going to break your legs!” Mary had never been treated so poorly in her life. She held her swollen cheek and was rendered completely speechless. I was stunned by John’s shameless facade. “What did you say? Did you say that John is a CEO? “I’m going to call him right now and see if he still dares to claim that he’s a CEO, and that he’s married to you!”

Then, he fell into a daze. All this time, he was the one who was never truly calm. After a long silence, he stiffly bent over the papers and signed. His hand shook so hard that the pen wiggled. The result showed no sign of the once-beautiful signature I loved. "Walk me out, Jilian." I nodded. We needed to discuss a date to visit the courthouse anyway. The wish card he had fought so hard to retrieve lay abandoned on the couch, and neither of us bothered to spare it a glance.

" I stared him down, my face cold as ice. Then I pulled out my phone and hit play on an old recording—his voice with Riley, before they left together. "You lied to me. You didn't go bankrupt. You gave Riley everything, every damn penny. You even wrote her name in your will!" My voice cracked, the anger spilling out. "You let another woman and her kid live fancy while your own children were stuck in a basement, hungry. Sheldon, you're the worst excuse for a father I've ever met." His eyes went wide. He seemed to wonder why I hadn't exposed him sooner. "No, it wasn't like that. I-I was out of my mind. I made a mistake. That's all. I swear, I was just messing around with her. You and the boys,

Silence returned, but not peace. Just wine, I told myself. Just exhaustion. But the words cut too deep. Ronan’s voice was too real. What if it was true? What if everything I built was already crumbling? What if Ronan lived, waiting to reclaim it? My hands were shaking as I poured another drink, his words were in my head: Brother, the throne you sit on is made of sand. I drank until the bottle was empty, the room moved in my eyes, and when I fell on the bed, the pelt wrapped around me like a burial cloth—I couldn’t run away from the truth.