Spare Me Oh Great Lord Novels & Stories

"The great lord general of Nutusel, may your regime be told by mothers to their sons and daughters, and by their daughters to their grandsons and granddaughters." "Mmm" Members of the court responded as they crossed their hands towards great lord general Zandy, who responded by moving his head in satisfaction. The hall was fully calm for a little while, then the great lord general adjusted himself on his silver throne. "Speak, Lord Dido." "My great lord general, we are just so shocked to see Sporge - the great hunter of honor - rather than Batard Depinn." "Yes!" The crowd responded in unison. They began to grumble. Then the noise died off.

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

His body went limp against Velis's chest, strength fleeing like water through cupped hands. Yet still the vampire lord held him, one arm supporting his shoulders while the other continued its careful work. Through the gathering haze of drug-induced stupor, questions burned in Caelum's mind like brands. Why was this happening? Why should Velis Draykar—Lord of the Crimson Dominion, the vampire king who commanded legions with a gesture—concern himself with tending to a broken prisoner? Why should hands that had crushed nations now move with such frightening devotion across his skin?

"Dorian! Help!" A scream shattered the quiet dawn. Dorian and I had just stepped out of the castle, heading for the tower. Heaven's Needle. The desperate cry made Dorian freeze. "Cordelia?" He whipped around. A disheveled young vampire stumbled toward us. It was Myra, Cordelia's blood servant. "Your Highness! It’s bad! Lady Cordelia is losing it! Her bloodlust is out of control!" Myra cried. "She knows the Oath can't replace the Bond. She... she just snapped!"

Hearing that, the old man was not happy at first, but in doubt. "In the distant eastern Land, there is a legend that whoever can gather ten famous ancient swords can uncover the secrets of immortality. I wonder if there is such a record in the historic Holy Court?" Looking at the old man, Ava asked. The old man frowned slightly and waited for Ava to continue. "Heaven's Gate is the first to be eliminated from the competition. I have no hope for immortality. I only want to find a powerful force to rely on in order to survive." Ava said softly.

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To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

“Your Majesty, the realm is yours now. May your reign be long and your mercy endless.” His tone was perfect. Too perfect. Cassian’s warning echoed again. Trust no one. As the priest lifted the crown, I felt the entire hall hold its breath. He set the metal upon my head, his voice ringing clear: “Behold Serina Valcrest, chosen by grace, crowned by will, ruler of the realm reborn.” The hall erupted in applause. But I saw who didn’t clap. Miriel. And half the lords from the northern trade houses are the same who’d funded the Prophet’s uprising.