The Paper Palace Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

The corridor is quiet. Too quiet. Then I see it. A single folded piece of paper slipped beneath my door. My heart slams. I freeze, senses flaring, scanning for threats. Nothing. No unfamiliar scent. No ambush. Slowly, carefully, I bend and pick it up. My fingers tighten as I unfold it. Only one line is written. The omega you are looking for in the palace is one of the Alpha King’s maids. The world goes very, very still. Then it explodes.

Or so everyone kept calling it. Outside her bedroom windows, the palace grounds had transformed overnight. Floodlights illuminated gardens still wet with morning dew, while workers hurried between courtyards making final adjustments to decorations that had already taken weeks to complete. From a distance, the estate looked less like a family home and more like the setting of an extravagant dream. A dream she wanted no part of. By six o'clock, her room was overflowing with people. Makeup artists occupied one corner. Stylists occupied another. Family friends drifted in and out carrying trays of jewelry, embroidered fabrics, flowers, and gifts. Every available surface seemed covered with someth

Because they always did. We played games for a while, laughter spilling into every corner of the room like sunlight. By evening, we made our way to the palace cinema. I hadn’t stepped foot in there for years. It was massive, almost too grand for a family space, more like a public theater tucked inside royal walls. The girls sat at the front, snuggled into their oversized seats with popcorn buckets almost bigger than their heads and juice boxes in hand. Draven settled comfortably at the back, his legs stretched, already halfway through his popcorn.

No one wondered if the maid polishing the marble column had once broken bones for sport. No one wondered if she wanted blood. I did. But not yet. Not until I finished what I came here for. Not until Ava Varyn’s truth was dragged screaming into the light. The deeper I went, the uglier the Palace became. Not physically— the place was a masterpiece, every corridor carved with ancient sigils, every window dressed in fabric so fine it made DarkClaw’s riches look like barn dust. But beneath the gold, the rot showed. Whispers.

Instead of going out and coming to terms with the fact that I now had a less than stable income meaning I would actually have to look at the prices on the menu, Reed decided to come over with some that seafood pasta and gelato take, along with a red bottle of wine. We stayed up that night watching ‘The Secrets of the Palace’ ; one of those television shows inspired by the real-life events of the royal family of Albion, and all their scandals. We just sat on the couch cuddling until we fell asleep and when I woke up in the morning, breakfast was freshly made and places on the kitchen table next to my favourite coffee and a hand written sticky note right ontop of my stack of dry panackes. “Had

“Is he some kind of royalty?'' There's no way normal rich people live in palaces like this, at least not this big. I have seen this palace many times everyday , because it's on my way to the house, but i never realized how big it is until i came this close and what surprised me more is that Danzel and his family owns this place. God, how rich are his parents? “Something like that.” Emily answers as we enter through the main door to the palace, arms still linked. Maybe that’s why he hates me. Because I'm not rich like him. “Good noon ms.thornstone , miss Reagan,” a maid dressed in formal dress wished us both, surprising me that she knew my name, “everyone is in the palace backyard.” “Good no

The more the days are passing by the more I feel like I'm not supposed to sit on the throne with Ira by my side. Still finding it hard to understand my thoughts and it baffles me so much, I was still lost in thoughts that I didn't even realize that I had reached the palace. I walked into the palace as a young maid walked up to me with a paper in her hands, she was scared and shaking, she kept looking over her shoulders and looked like she would burst into tears any moment. "What are you holding in your hands?" I inquired. "Can I meet you privately?" She asked hurriedly.

I spoke coolly, slowly unsnapping the gun’s safety, “You text. You don’t call.” “I was going to meet you,” his voice was calm, disguised, generated, perfect, “But something came up. Something dangerous. I couldn’t drag you into it” My eyes darted across the shadows, “So you wasted my time?” “I would never waste the time of the Di Marco Queen,” he said, “Check under the trash bin. You’ll find what you came for.” I crouched and reached under the treaded steel bin. A thick bundle of sealed paper met my fingers.

I stretched out my legs until I hit something and heard a click. I stilled. I often watched it in movies. That kind of click came with a booby trap. Unmoving for a few seconds, nothing happened. I slowly rose from the chair, and that was when I noticed a secret drawer just open, but I was sure I didn’t do that. There was a manila envelope inside that caught my attention. At the back of my head, I wouldn’t touch it. It wasn’t mine in the first place. It was Moses. But at the same time, why would he have a secret drawer if he could have safe deposit boxes in any bank?

He asked his voice low and serious. I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my Chest. "Yes" I said, my voice barely more than a whisper "I'm ready." “Good," he said, a faint smile playing at the Conners of his mouth. Then let's get started. As I left his office, the weight of what I had Just agreed to began to sink in. I was now Olivia Pierce, wife of Dawson Pierce, billionaire CEO, it was a role I never imagined I would play, a life I never thought I would live. But for lily, I would do anything, even marry a stranger.