روايات وقصص ضمن Your Majesty Please Don't Kill Me Again

She confessed and I didn't know what to say after her. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked after a while. Her question made me sigh. Kill her? I couldn't. I wouldn't. I could punish her again but I couldn't kill her. Somehow, I've gotten quite used to her presence at my mansion and I planned on taking her back there with me, alive. "No," I answered her question but she came with another. "Why not?" She sniffed again."I've seen how unforgiving you are with those who go against you or displease you, why don't I get to die?"

Arghh too much force. I hope I didn't kill him?

The idea of rejection made her stubborn, so she clung to Nicholas. "Because I am worthy of love and praise," Majesty yelled, not looking ashamed of the sins she had committed. "You deserve to be nothing but a keeper of the dead bodies. So I curse you with an eternity of pain. Whenever someone dies, you will be there to collect the bodies, as you will feel the pain once the bodies are not delivered to you. You will feel what the dying person felt until you get the body," Her words shook Majesty. She frowned and stared at her in silence.

It ends up happening anyway; he catches me by my arms, and steadies me, an alarmed expression on his face. "What's wrong? What happened to you?" he asks, smoothing my hair from my face. His touch feels cold against my scalded skin, and I reach for his other hand, placing it on the other side of my face. And then I remember who he is. "Death, death, come to take me away. Why not instead you let me stay? Would you like to have one last dance? Come on Death, just give me a chance." I sing, swaying to the words, placing Death's hands on my shoulders.

Aiden was not afraid to die for his love but Brian was very much afraid of death so he decided to keep his mouth shut and gulped his anger. "shall we go luna," Aiden asked and bowed her head down in front of Elena was soon going to be his queen! Elena laughed internally that fate is such a cruel thing, she never thought that the man she loved would call her luna. she was perplexed to laugh at her fate or cry that soon she was going to be Alpha Zane's possession!

_______ “Please help me... Help me... Don’t kill me, please... What did I do to you? Please, don’t kill me…” A cold chuckle echoed in the room. “So you can beg for your life? I thought even your brain had forgotten how to do that.” Silence. “Well... you’re no longer needed in the game. It’s time to end this.” “No, please... I’ll give you anything you want—just don’t kill me,” the trembling voice pleaded, laced with desperation and tears. That voice— My heart stopped. It was Mom. I bolted out of my room and sprinted toward hers. My hands shook as I threw the door open.

Grandpa shouted in a deep voice, "Are you deliberately trying to kill me, an old man?!" "Grandpa..." "Don't call me grandpa!" He slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily, "How did I teach you? How could you do such a despicable thing?! Are you satisfied only when you see me being driven to death by you?!" Jack stood by the desk with pursed lips, and it took him a while before he spoke, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

Her thumb hovered over the call button. And then she stopped. Because in her mind, unbidden, came the memory of marble beneath her palms, a body that didn't move, the words "it wasn't supposed to happen" tearing out of her before she even understood what she was saying. She remembered the sound the room made afterward — not silence, exactly, but the absence of every sound a person makes when they're alive. She remembered running. She remembered years of waking up at 3 a.m. with that image behind her eyes.

"When Grandma was lying on the operating table and Chelsea blocked me at the entrance, I called you in tears, begging you to let me through. Do you remember what you did? "You covered for Chelsea after she killed my grandmother. I called everyone I could think of for help, and when no one would listen, you forced me to attend the celebration for naming an asteroid after her. "I was trapped in that private room. The men you brought took turns pinning me down. They even told you I was still a virgin. And how did you respond? "After everything you did to my grandmother and to me, how could you possibly ask me to forgive you? How could those words even come out of your mouth?