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The World Of

Living life in between the space. Earth is my home, but Neptune is where I originate from. I am Amica the daughter of Utah, the youngest son of Tanarah, my grandfather. I must act like a human being on Earth, but at home, I am a highly respected princess in the Royal Palace and across the other worlds in the Universe. I resemble different worlds, but I love living like an Earther without considering my royal duties. My whole life is spent on being an Earther than being the princess of Utah. "Daughter...." Dad shows up on my doorstep holding a bunch of flowers in a vessel while sniffing them. I smile at the thought of seeing my dad with a beaming smile. Oh, dear Father, I think he enjoys being here on Earth married to my mother than being the crown prince King of Peace. I think this is why I love my dad, we share the same heart. I get up from my bed joyful heading to the door where my dad is standing. I try to take the flowers from his hands and he tightens the grip on the vessel. He smiles "Who said they are yours?.....these are for my beloved wife". He walks away. I watch him walk away and wonder, what will happen if we have to go back to Neptune...

TheBlackBird · Fantasy
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45 Chs

Thirty five

She shuts the door and they quickly crawl to the huge bed on their dress and pant in disbelief. That was luck on their side and thanks to Pat's ability to identify people. Amy hugs Pat tightly, she feels bad for letting her be by herself with a Wompire. 

"I am sorry...if I knew..." Amy stutters with teary eyes

"You wouldn't have, it's not your fault. You didn't plan for this to happen" She squeezes Amy in her embrace. It seems like she is the one doing the comforting instead of her being embraced for escaping from defiling her body with a Wompire. 

Amy gently tore herself away from Pat and dismount the bed. She strides slowly and stands in the middle of the room. With her head held down and avoiding eye contact. A tear dropped to the floor. 

Pat and Chantel glance at her baffled and feeling empathy for her. Why is she crying and gloomy? 

"It is my fault" She stutters holding back sobs from escaping her mouth.