Your Majesty Please Don't Kill Me Again นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"And the next time I try something this stupid, you must do everything in your power to restrain me." "Yes, Sir."

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,

No table to crawl under. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

My brain went blank. Oh my fucking God. I was dead. Grace, you’re a goner.

“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."

Every call he made to Sophia from his study was now backed up to my cloud server, word for word. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured one night. “That old man doesn’t have much time left. Victoria’s health is also getting worse. The doctor says she has premature ovarian failure. There’s no way she can get pregnant. Once I secure control of the port, I’ll bring you and Antonio over. The Empire State Building? I could buy it for our son as a toy.” I sat on the other end of the surveillance feed, listening calmly. The sweet words that once made my heart race now felt like blades sliding under my skin.

Alora I wasn’t angry at being sedated, and in fact Killian had asked me. I was afraid that if he attempted to keep me restrained in the car I would lose my ever loving shit. Not that I haven’t already been losing my shit, as that’s kind of been the whole theme for a little while now. Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I have been losing my shit my whole fucking life.