Romans & histoires You Sit On A Throne Of Lies

“I’ve been doting on her for years, so she won’t be able to leave my side. We’ve never been separated for so long, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’ll be easy for me to make her happy again when I see her next time. I’ve already bought an island for her. She loves scuba diving.” Then, his voice turned serious. “Don’t be jealous. I’ll prepare even more gifts for you and our pup. What belongs to me belongs to you.” The call ended, and the crowd burst into an uproar. Someone grabbed a chair to hit me! “You really are a shameless mistress! I’m going to kill that illegitimate child of yours!” Despair filled my entire being… Bam! Someone blocked the chair with their arm, and it shattere

I chose. I chose me. I chose him. But the city had tasted me now. And it would wait. Because once you sit on the throne, you are never fully human again.

Please, let me stay with you. After a long moment, I replied in a calm and distant tone, "You don't have the right to stay with me, Andrew. Everything you have belongs to Daisy, not me. Didn't you already make your will? "For years, I've lived in the lies you created. Do you know how much I hated myself when I finally learned the truth? I hated myself for loving you, for falling in love with the man who destroyed everything." Looking at the face I had known for 20 years, the one that had slept beside me for five, I suddenly felt no more hatred.

There's no lie about that because standing a far from the throne which we're not allowed to touch , I could already feel the weight of the whole Kingdom on my shoulder. So tell me what happens when I sit on that throne, what happens when everyone comes before me to state the matters that pain their bones, how do I dismiss the matters, how do I take them in, how do I find solution to them, if you sit on the throne and you don't have a way to lift the people you don't have a support system to back you up ….I could already see why people consider you a failure because the throne itself comes with responsibility yes that's the responsibility comes with sitting on the throne. You are not just the

No Veil could hide my past completely, the only way for it to pass is if I pretend that it has already past. And indeEd that was true, because I had been focusing my mind only on the Humiliation I had sufferred and how to get revenge, I had not once thought the positive way. "You will all kneel before me!" I said as i sat down on the Throne, it was filed with quality mattress, the chair was made mostly out of gold and pure oakwood. "What do you think you're doing here?" I heard a voice scream at me from the door. My head that was bent down was raised a little bit to have a clear sight of the person that dared to raise her voice at me.

“It’s fine.” “You’re a bad liar.” He winks. “I would suggest practicing that.” “How do I practice lying?” That sounds awful. “You don’t have to be malicious. Make up something outrageous and try it out on a thrall. Tell them you’ve performed in Cirque in Las Vegas, it doesn’t matter. But you need to be able to lie convincingly to be queen.” He leans forward slightly. “A trick I use is to simply believe that what I’m saying is the truth.”

I was silent for several seconds before I said, "Stand up and talk to me. You asked what you did wrong. There's nothing wrong in wanting dignity, but you tried to build yours by trampling on mine." Her sobbing stopped. "When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?"

"Those are just your assumptions." Harvey's gaze sharpened. "When did you become so cold, Jilian?" Then, his voice softened as he continued, "Plus, we don't have children anyway." I gave a short, bitter laugh. "Is it my fault that we don't? Her father is still alive, and since she's not related to me or you by blood, what right do you have to talk about adopting her? If you're so eager to care for a child, the orphanage is full of them. You've been there with me enough times to know that those left behind are the ones with disabilities; they need love the most.

At the far end of the hall sat the throne. Carved from jagged obsidian and bones of fallen creatures, it rose like a monument to cruelty. No mortal craftsman could have created something so terrible, but yet magnificent. And seated upon it was the great ruler of hell. Lucifer. He lounged lazily across the throne as though the infernal kingdom around him were nothing more than a personal amusement. One arm rested along the side of the throne, his fingers tapping idly against the stone. Lucas stood several steps away from the throne, his hands clenched at his side.