Your Majesty Please Don't Kill Me Again Novels & Stories

"So you really don't care anymore?" "Yes. I have stopped caring about you, Landon. I never thought it was possible, but I don't love you anymore. This is stupid. So stupid. Why did I ever buy that damned lipstick? If I had not bought that stupid lipstick, I would be somewhere in my city, right now, probably married to a nice guy already. I would've never known that you exist in this world. I would've slept peacefully at nights. Yes, my life would've been boring, but at least peaceful."

“I'd ask what you want in return.” “I need your armies to side with me and fight for my cause,” I said. A cunning smile formed on her lips. “And what is this important cause you want to fight for?” This was it. I was about to reveal one of my important cards. It was a huge risk, but my alternative was to make her my Luna, which made my choice rather obvious. I stepped closer and locked my eyes on hers. “I'm going to kill Alpha Khaos and take the Alpha King title for myself.”

he stated. "I don't care," I blurted out. "I am not yours, and you can't give orders to me." Zander's angry gaze swung over me as he replied, "You are mine, and the quicker you accept it, the better." "I would rather let Sigmund touch me than you," I said angrily. "You made a horrible mistake," he replied. "What the–"

"I mean, I just freed you from your last relationship, which you've refused to let go of, and now you're starting another?" She just freed me? "I told you, Amber, it's nothing. Okay, I think we should stick to the original plan. No more talks about boys. Let's just go see the movie, okay?" Amber shrugged. "Fine then. I hope you like vintage cheesy romance." * * *

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

“Even though she was mean to me… she didn’t deserve to die.” He stared right at me—like for the first time, he actually saw me. Present moment DAMIEN "Fuck… my head hurts," I groaned, pressing my hand against my head. "I'm never drinking again," I mumbled to myself. "Wake up, princess," Max said, his annoying voice piercing through my ears. I groaned again, turning to face him. He was already dressed in his suit, looking all neat and sharp. "What the fuck, man," I muttered as he laughed like a clown.

and they laughed again. Jasmine’s teeth bared as something ugly and furious rose from deep within her chest and she said, her voice low and shaking with raw promise, “I will kill you,” which only made them laugh harder as the manager echoed, “Kill me? Before I do the same to you?” while shaking his head and saying, “You’re amusing.” Jasmine’s eyes burned as she sat there bound and helpless, while shame, rage, and regret tore through her like knives, and Jerald’s voice echoed in her mind… he told her not to come… he warned her… begged her… and her chest tightened painfully as the weight of that realization crushed down on her, leaving only one thought… I should have listened.

I called the number I remembered, "Hey, Mya. It's me." "Sophia, is that really you? You finally remembered me!" Mya was my bestie, but after things got bad with Charles, he would not let me see her, and we lost touch. "Mya, I need to get away from Charles quietly. Can you help me?" "Of course! You're finally going to dump him." Mya did not ask any questions and said yes right away. Mya was a lawyer with lots of connections. She found some people who could help me pretend to be dead.

At least I’m not in jail. Jail. The thought struck me like lightning. An anchor in the maelstrom. Cassius. I slammed my forehead back against my hands, biting my lip against the fresh wave of pain. This was it. My only chance. "Your Majesty," I said, forcing a new strength into my voice. Please don't let him kill me for this. A flicker of cruel amusement danced in his eyes. "A request? How bold. Very well. Let us hear it."

Behind me, the conference room fell into a deathly silence. Uncle Rocco followed a few steps behind me. His voice was low. “Principessa, that shot was a perfect aim.” “I’m a little rusty,” I replied calmly. “I was aiming for his earring.” I paused for half a second before adding, “But the warning was effective.” From today on, no one in that room would dare underestimate me again. My heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as I stopped at the end of the hallway, where a portrait of the Corleone family heir hung.