"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

Rose gazes at herself in the ancient gold mirror over her vanity. Her long deep brown hair flowing down her shoulders and over her voluptuous breasts. Her small waist and petite frame. She subconsciously touches her stomach and rubs in circles. She admires her beautiful pale skin and piercing hazel eyes under her long fluttery eyelashes. 
     She meets her own gaze in the mirror before her face transforms into one of fury and throws her arm back as she lets out a scream of rage and punches the mirror. 
     Blood from her hand drips onto the floor as she watches the shattered glass fall around her feet. 
     Her breath comes in heaves, she can't quite catch her breath. Her chest is rapidly rising and falling. Tears stream down her face as she drops to the floor. She hears her knees crunch on the glass but doesn't feel the pain. 
     Rose doesn't feel the breeze fluttering her cream colored curtains. The window is open. 
     She also doesn't feel the intense gaze of someone peering out behind a tree in the forest behind her house. Hidden in the shadows. Masked by darkness. There isn't a single chirp from the birds, no pitter patter of animal feet in the woods. 
     Just a deadly aura emanating from the secret man as he watches Rose through her window. His lip quirks up, smiling secretly to himself and says inwardly, "My child." 
     He takes a silent step backwards and slinks back into the darkness as quietly as he came. Leaving behind no trace of him, except an eerily silent forest.

I open my eyes to the sun shining brightly through my cream colored curtains. I inhale deeply and stretch my body relishing the warmth of my king sized bed. "My empty bed." I think to myself chuckling as I throw my blankets off of me. 
     Today is Sunday, family dinner. Regardless of what plans we have on Sundays, we cancel for dinner. Or bring the plans with us. Mama doesn't care too much for my flings coming to dinner with me so I've made it a point to never make plans on these Sundays. 
     I do have a two hour drive to get to my parents home so I jump up to shower and get things ready to go. 
     As I step into my warm shower letting the water flow over me I try to relax. It's been a tough few weeks and I missed the last family dinner. I'm ready to see my mom and dad. Today will be a day to refill my heart with love and joy. 
     I start washing my hair and move onto shaving my legs as I let my deep conditioner sit for a few minutes. Humming to myself I stop as I hear a click. I live alone. There shouldn't be anyone here. No one else has a key. Was that the door? Suddenly I feel a whoosh of cold air and realize the air conditioner kicked on.
     I chuckle nervously as I realize I'm being jumpy still. Shaking my head I push the thought away. I had a few small things come up missing around the house. So small I could have easily misplaced them but a niggly feeling in the back of my mind tells me I'm not crazy. I've been extra careful about locking the windows and doors when I'm not home and even installed an extra dead bolt on my front and back doors so I've been feeling much better and more confident. 
     I rinse the conditioner from my hair and lather up my loofah with my coconut & pear scented body wash. I scrub and exfoliate my whole body but linger between my legs. 
     Biting my lip, I wonder if I have time for a quick orgasm while unconsciously my other hand finds my soapy breasts and tweaks my own nipple. Yup. I'll make time. I can't go on a date tonight anyways as I validate my own thoughts. 
     I look down at my flat stomach as I drop my loofah and reach up to grab the shower head and bring it down to my body and adjusted the setting. Whoever made these has to know that no one showers with this setting. It's obviously meant for this. It's a long hard, powerful stream that would be very difficult to actually shower with. I shrug to myself as I feel the power of the stream hitting my stomach. 
     I gently lower it to the aching part of me with one hand, and with the other I continue teasing my nipple. It's been a long time since I've had a release, so this one finds me quickly. In no time a moan escapes from my mouth and I gasp out. My legs feel wobbly and shakily I return the shower head to where it was. Completely unaware of the man who silently slipped out of the bathroom when he found his release as well.

"A Flower Nymph's thoughts."

I will find another flower who will love my beautiful petals. Even if one of the letals falls on the floor, another flower will pick it up and stare at it as it's made of gold.

Tilting her head slightly in curiosity at the strange names coming from Luther's lips, Lucia made sure to keep a pleasant expression on her face. Lilith, the scantily-clad woman, and Luther quickly became caught in a conversation that instantly went over Lucia's head.
She tried, for about thirty seconds, to continue paying attention and gain some understanding. But, unfortunately, all the strange names and words she didn't recognize being tossed around made her feel as if the two were speaking a foreign language. 
After a minute and a half, Lilith walked off to do as Luther had requested. Lucia started to open her mouth to speak, but the serious look of deliberation on Luther's dark face gave her pause. Closing her mouth slowly, she let out a low breath and decided to instead take in the place she had been transported to while there was a bit of quiet.
The room was shaped bizarrely, somehow round in shape at the top and sides, but the floor was flat. All along the white curved walls were small, square-shaped windows, which appeared to—!
Blinking rapidly, Lucia rubbed at her eyes, quietly walking away from Luther to take a closer look.
'N, no...can it be possible?!'
Lifting her heavy skirts, she gazed out one of the windows, before quickly moving to another, just to make sure it showed the same thing.
"C, c-clouds?" 
Her voice was very soft, barely louder than an exhale of air. Fear and awe shot up her spine in equal measures.
Turning her head slowly, she stared back at Luther's dark form, his expression still far away from the current moment in thought.
'He truly must be a being as powerful as the Goddess! B, but none of the teachings from my world ever spoke of a male counterpart. In his world, is he…?'
Her thoughts trailed off as she slowly returned her gaze to the clear blue sky outside. It looked like it was right around the middle of the day, though, squinting, she could make out what looked like a few gray rain clouds off in the distance.
As she gazed out, entranced, it appeared as if the sky was moving outside. White mishappen clouds, along with patches of clear blue sky, shifted and changed, some being left in the distance slowly with each passing second. 
"I'm...I'm standing in the Heavens now," she murmured fearfully to herself. Pressing a hand to her pounding heart, Lucia took a few moments to calm herself down. "A, amazing!" she gasped in awed delight.
After spending thirty seconds admiring the beautiful view, Lucia turned to face inside again.
To her far left was a door on a wall connecting the sort of semi-dome-shaped room to somewhere else. The far right had the same door, with Luther standing in the exact middle of this room that was roughly the size of her personal bed-chamber back at the royal castle. But, it was everything in between those two doors that completely absorbed all of the young woman's attention.
 Along half of the wall directly across from her were maroon-colored, thick cushioned seats that appeared to be growing out of the wall from one of the arms. She recognized the shape of what would be the back of a chair, though it was fully made out of a soft-looking material and the seat of the chair, with nothing at the feet, showing that there seemed to be no support. All of the 'chairs' were set up in pairs, upon which a white and gold table that was also connected to the wall was placed between.
In total, there were two 'pairs' of chairs and tables. 
Directly to her left, on her side of the room, were two large and incredibly soft-looking loveseats. Very small cream-colored pillows rested peacefully on the furniture as if they were meant only to be decoration. When Lucia hesitantly reached out to touch the loveseat next to her, her pale fingers brushing over the arm of the furniture, her lips lifted into a silent smile.
'S, so soft! This is softer than the bed I slept on at the castle!'
Speaking of beds, directly to Lucia's right, roughly twice her arm's length away, was one twice as large as the one she'd slept on previously. Like the rest of the furniture in this room, it had deep maroon coverings with a rich brocade design, as well as cream-colored pillows that looked much more functional than those on the loveseats. Hanging above the head of the bed was a large mirror with a white and translucent substance bordering the glass, along with a gold frame keeping the whole of the mirror hanging on the wall.
On the wall across from the bed was a black box that was as tall as the room from floor to ceiling and longer in length than the bed by nearly an arm's length. Almost the entirety of the object was black, though toward the lower middle were strange silver embellishments in different shapes, along with something that seemed to have characters of a foreign tongue flashing. The characters changed at one point, but Lucia had more to see and moved on from the mysterious, giant black box.
Like the completely black floor that had jagged, strange markings made of white running through it. When Lucia hesitantly placed one of her shoes over the markings, she found that it wasn't stone. Tilting her head in wonder for a few moments, she lifted her head and looked past the bed, to the far right wall.

Tossed aside three days before her wedding day, our female lead fights to get back her place as queen, but to no avail. With the viper that stole her ex-fiance now pregnant, she is dragged out of bed, beaten, and thrown into the dungeons. Burning with a wish for revenge, she kneels on the disgusting cell floor to pray...
'Beloved of the Goddess'.
This was the title she had been granted from a young age, one that allowed her wishes to come true as long as she was willing to offer up some part of herself.
But, after making her final wishes, giving up both her very name and soul, something unexpected by our female lead happens!
Who is this devilishly handsome man that has appeared, claiming that he is the one to own all of her but for her heart and mind?!

It had been 6 months to Asia's engagement and 10 days left to her wedding. Chohan house was abuzz with wedding preparations. Asia's nervousness and excitement were on the next level. She stood in front of her floor-length mirror admiring herself wearing her Sabyasachi bridal dress which had been delivered just now and she couldn't stop herself from trying it on even though she tried it in the studio an hour earlier. It fit perfectly like a globe. 
It was a red heavily embellished velvet lehenga, choli and chiffon dupatta. There was a bewitching floral pattern that ran throughout her dress. The red was like clotted blood. Deep red. But not exactly maroon. 
Her Polki diamond and her beautiful dress looked amazing on her. She felt like a queen. She didn't want to take off the dress but she had to. Because she had to reach her pre-wedding shoot's location in 3 hours. Her make up artist and hairdresser was to arrive in 15 minutes so she forced herself out of the dress and get into the attire for today's shoot. 
It was a beautiful floor floor-length magenta-coloured organza gown which she paired emerald earrings and bracelet. She had decided to wear the classic Guiseppe Zanotti gold snake shoes but since those shoes lifted you six inches above the ground she let the experience for later and her silk sandals for now. 
It took less than 15 minutes for her to get dressed so she sat quietly in front of her dressing table starting at her face. Oddly enough, she felt as if she was staring at an alien. Like same body but a different soul in a creepy sort of way. 
She got an itch to shatter the glass to pieces which she tried to hold herself from by grinding her teeth and clenching her fists. 
The long acrylics that she had gotten especially for her photoshoot were digging up wells of blood in her palms. Her jaw hurt as she bit ground her tongue between her teeth. The taste of iron riddled her mouth and blood from her hands trickled down to the floor making beautiful noises of pitter-patter! Sounding exactly like monsoon rain but instead of water it was of blood! it calmed her senses, the sound felt like music to her ears. So she decided to add more fuel to the bitter patter. She brought her hand to her face and licked off the blood clean! Tasted like strawberry Jelly. She robotically grabbed her half-empty Gucci Guilty perfume bottle and smashed it against the dressing table mirror. She then grabbed one of the shards in her hand and squeezed it as tightly as possible. The pain that she was feeling was not worthy of recognition to her. She wanted to cause herself more pain so she took that very same shard into her mouth and tried to swallow it. The pain and blood loss probably broke her connection from the psychotic actions she was performing and she came to term with the pain that she was feeling. She fell to the floor in a puddle of blood. She felt sticky and unclean. Her blood smelt like rotten fish and the room ceiling looked like a spinners finest ball. 
She asked herself as to why she did it? Why did she hurt herself? But there was a seep echoing silence ringing back to her question. She didn't have the physical strength to walk up to her phone that was on her bed 1 foot away let alone the door. At that moment she knew that her wedding would be delayed because there is no way that her throat and hands would heal within 10 days.
Not even in the slightest did the idea that she could die because of the blood loss or maybe the shard can slice up her pharync, larynx or even the aorta, crossed her mind.
As she was slowly losing the remaining connection that was left with sanity. She could see herself spinning on the dance floor wearing her red Sabyasachi dress similar to the blood she was muddled in. 


Inspired by real events
"Mama, I don't want to drink water. It's already so late if I drink water then I'll have to get up again to pee."

"Okay then at least keep this glass by your bedside I don't want to go all the way back to the kitchen to put the glass away," Mama said, a little too angrily.

Asia was taken aback by the harsh tone. Also, weirdly. Her mother looked very strange. She looked unfamiliar in an eerie manner. Asia couldn't exactly put a finger on what was wrong but there was something, for sure.

She, hesitantly, took the glass of water and gulped it down. As she was drinking something, that felt like a snake, the glass caught her tongue and started pulling her tongue down. She dropped the glass to the floor and started screaming and tugging at her tongue. A blood-curdling scream left her mouth. The pain she that was feeling was none like any other she had ever felt. Her mind started to get numb. She wailed and cried but Mama stood there, smiling a bit, not even moving an inch to help her.

All of a sudden, she felt footsteps approaching maybe it was her brother that has came to help her, she looked towards the left to see that her brother and her mother were running towards her, she looked towards her right, stunned and scared to find that where her mother was previously standing, there was no one. She stopped feeling the snake tugging at her tongue. She looked at her hands, felt her face and looked down at the floor where she had thrown the glass but there were no shards of glasses which should've been there.


That wasn't the first time. Asia Chohan had been seeing strange things ever since she took a hold of this new "money". Not only her, but her entire family had been experiencing surreal events that could only happen in their heads... except that it's not. Or are they? Add to your library to find out. 

Asia had become a money-hungry, self-serving, ruthless girl after suffering from a troubled childhood. The new money that her family acquired her and her family. But with new money, come new problems. She and her family are seeing, imagining and actively participating in things that are apparently not real. Slowly but surely, the selfish family loses its mind. One after the other bad things, annoying situations start breeding and prospering. 
ho is the mastermind behind the destruction of the Chohan family? And is there a bone of kindness that might help them to save themselves or are they just made dark filthy evil hood?


Keir left me alone so I could bathe and change into something for dinner... after he pointed out where the bathroom and the closet were. They were behind two adjacent doors in my room. One led to a ridiculously luxurious bathroom and the other to a ridiculously elaborate closet. I fit right in since my being there was pretty damn ridiculous too. What would Abby say if she could see me? Would she laugh or cry? Or would she beg me for a bath in the ginormous tub?
I smiled at the thought and went into the bathroom through the door beside the fireplace. Even the door was beautiful; cream colored wood adorned with silver curlicues as if the Fey couldn't stand the thought of even one thing being plain. I shook my head at the door as I closed it behind me. Abby would probably be living this up; already immersed to her chin in fairy bubble bath or sifting through the rows of stunning gowns hanging in the closet. Or perhaps trying on all the shoes. Abby had a love for shoes that bordered on being a fetish. I looked down at my mud covered boots and sighed. She would fit in here better than I.
I sat down on a dainty silver stool and began to undo my boot laces. Would this even help? Could I become a new person simply by shedding my old clothes? Did I even want to become a new person? Or maybe I should be asking if I had a choice in the matter. I guess I could just leave. I could turn my nose up at Keir's offer of love and protection, stumble my way back through the forest and into the Human Realm, and return to being Ewan's daughter, Extinguisher Seren Sloane. I could marry some extinguisher meat-head, have lots of extinguisher babies, and hope the Sluagh didn't try to kill me again. And that was all on the off chance that the Human Council would let me continue being an extinguisher.
Yeah, not much of a choice.
I slid out of the boots; dried mud falling like soiled snowflakes all over the pristine white floor. Bomph; the hollow sound startled me, and I just stared at my iron dagger where it had landed on the stone floor. How had I totally forgotten about the dagger in my boot? I picked it up and laid it carefully on the counter next to a stack of white, linen towels. Then I unstrapped my thigh sheath and laid my short-sword down beside it.
I placed my hands over the weapons—looking from their sober strength to the cheerful opulence around me—and wondered if I'd ever wield them again. Was this a turning point? The place where I stopped being a soldier and started becoming a princess? I took a shaky breath and lifted my face to the reflection in the mirror hanging before me. Who was this woman? Who did those strange eyes belong to? Who owned that striped hair? She wore my clothes and my face, but I had a feeling that I would soon be lost to her. That even those pieces of me which I still recognized would fall under her spell and alter with her whims.
"You're being an idiot," I accused my reflection. "You can change your clothes and change your body but that doesn't change who you are."
I nodded curtly; making a pact with myself to remember this moment. Not as a turning point but as a touching stone; a place I could return to and remember that I was not this body. The true me wasn't altered so easily. I unsheathed my sword with a decisive swish and flicked my wrist to twist it into a familiar arch. The movement was comforting; empowering. I swung it again and smiled at the dark metal before I replaced it in its sheath. I could put these items away, hide them from sight, but they would remain with me. The feel of a hilt in my hand would always be natural; no matter how long I went without it.
Then I recalled that my weapons weren't the only anti-fey items I had on me, and I dug my hand into my pockets to pull out the charms. A withered four leaf clover, a little plastic bag of oatmeal, a lump of dried St. John's wort, and a little cross made of rowan wood. I piled them next to the iron blades and stared down at them thoughtfully. What did I do with them now? Should I keep them or throw them in the fireplace? It probably went against some kind of fairy etiquette to carry them around. I sighed and stared down the long counter; putting off the decision.
There were two gold sinks set in the alabaster counter like sacred vessels on an altar. Beside each of them was a small gold dish with an offering of handmade soap set within. Above each sink was an oval mirror in a gold frame; reflective eyes staring out of violet walls. Little gold stars were painted over the walls; gleaming in the light of a chandelier above. I spared them a glance as I padded across the cool stone barefooted; down the length of the rectangular room to where it ended in a floor-to-ceiling window. The window curved outward; panes of glass set into gold frames so that a grid was formed over the amazing view of the Twilight Forest.
Set into the curve of the window was a bench. Cloud-like cushions on top and spindly gold legs beneath. It looked too fragile to sit on and too clean for my dirty self. It didn't matter, I wasn't there to sit and enjoy the view, I just wanted to close the curtains so I didn't have to worry about any peeping pixies.
As I reached for the curtains, the sun set and the sky started to take on a lavender hue. Magic rushed through my limbs, and I fell forward onto that pristine bench; staining it horribly. My heart began to pound faster—I could hear my blood pulsing through it—and with it, my magic. I pushed myself upright and stared down at my extended hands. Lavender light—a perfect match to the sky outside—sparkled around my fingertips.
"What do I do with this?" I held up my hands and watched as the light began to condense. It drifted down to my feet as I began to levitate; forming little clouds beneath me. "No, no, no!" I forced myself back down and started waving wildly at the clouds; trying to disperse them as if they were simply smoke. "Go away; I don't know what you can do yet. Go away!"
The clouds burst apart with a tinkling of tiny bells, and I stood up; heaving a sigh of relief. Then I realized that I was probably going to have to deal with this everyday; twice a day if it happened at dawn too. So far, I'd slept through dawn so I didn't know if I turned into a fairy fog machine right before the sun rose. Wonderful. I guess I should look on the bright side... literally. If I ever wanted to check out a rave, I'd probably be a big hit. Now, I just needed to learn how to do those silly hand moves. Or is it called hand-dancing? Hand-jiving? Handing? Fingering? Fisting? Whoa, that went bad really fast. It was definitely not the last two.
I shook my head at my own rambling thoughts and pulled the long, amethyst, silk curtains closed over the darkening view. All raving jokes aside, I needed to get a handle on my magic. I stretched my hands—trying to flex out the remnants of energy I could feel tingling in my fingers—then went back past the little toilet nook and over to the amazing bathtub.
It was set into the floor in the shape of a star because fairies evidently liked their themes. Five points spanned out from a deep, round center; all of it lined in shining, white stone that went halfway up the points. There the stone stopped—sloping down toward the center of the tub—and the rest of the points were triangular panels of gold. Within each of these gold points was a votive candle set down into a niche. The candles were already lit; warming the gold and making the bath look like some kind of Pagan ritual. I stood at the star's base; in between the two bottom points which had steps leading down their slopes. The top point, directly across from me, had a gold faucet rising up right in front of its candle in a graceful arch and knobs set into the gold panel to either side of it.
The two points bracketing this top one had stone ledges set into them instead of stairs. These points had cream colored cushions laid across the space before their candles so I could sit back on a ledge and rest my head. In a semi-circle around the three top points was a low, gold shelf boasting large bottles of colorful bath products (I assumed) and around the outside of this shelf, purple silk curtains draped down from the ceiling for no apparent reason other than adornment.
I stripped—casting aside the black combat clothing into a careless pile—and then stepped down through one of the points and into the deep center of the tub. A turn of the knobs and water started pouring from the tap. Excellent, now all I had to do was figure out which liquid went on my hair and which on my body. It probably didn't even matter.
As the tub filled, I smelled each of the concoctions set out on the ledges and finally picked what I thought was a shampoo, a conditioner, and a body wash. I set to work scrubbing myself while the tub was only half full which worked out well. When the water level was higher, I dropped my head back into the water to wet my hair and shampoo it. When I was done scrubbing and then soaking myself (I couldn't resist a long soak, the silly star tub was so damn comfortable), I climbed out and dried off.
On my way out of the bathroom, I scooped up the anti-fey charms. I hesitated between the fireplace and the dressing table and at the last moment, turned toward the dresser. I opened one of the little drawers that ran down each side and threw the charms in. Best not to risk burning them; who knew what that would do in Fairy.
When I padded across the room and into the closet—which was its own room—the puka woke up and followed me. She sat patiently on the thick rug and watched as I rifled through drawers and pushed golden hanger after golden hanger aside to frown at amazing gowns which I couldn't even begin to understand the mechanics of. I have three words for you; too many straps.
After fifteen minutes, all I had on was a pair of white silk panties and a lacy, white bra. At least, I think it was a bra; it was in the shape of a small vest with triangles of lace which fastened together in the front with gold hooks. After I got it on, the lace tightened like magical spandex; lifting my breasts and making them look even larger than they were.
"Great, now everything I put on will look obscene," I huffed and sat on a little bench in the center of the large room.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length, three-sided mirror at the end of the room and sighed deeper. I looked like a stripper. Pushed up cleavage, tiny panty, and that damn purple stripe in my damp hair. I even had a stripper name; Twilight Princess. All I needed was a pole. I searched the room thoughtfully but there were no vertical poles to be found, all of them were horizontal.




Amy Sumida is the Internationally Acclaimed author of the Award-Winning Godhunter Series, the fantasy paranormal Twilight Court Series, the Beyond the Godhunter Series, the music-oriented paranormal Spellsinger Series, the superhero Spectra Series, and several short stories. Her books have been translated into several languages, have won numerous awards, and are bestsellers. She believes in empowering women through her writing as well as providing everyone with a great escape from reality. Her stories are full of strong women and hot gods, shapeshifters, vampires, dragons, fairies, gargoyles... pretty much any type of supernatural, breathtakingly gorgeous man you can think of. Because why have normal when you could have paranormal?
Born and raised in Hawaii, Amy made a perilous journey across the ocean with six cats to settle in the beautiful state of Oregon which reminds her a lot of Hawaii but without the cockroaches or evil sand. When she isn't trying to type fast enough to get down everything the voices in her head are saying while her kitties try to sabotage her with cuteness, she enjoys painting on canvases, walls, and anything else that will sit still long enough for the paint to dry. She prefers antiques to modern furniture, tea to coffee, night to day, and Tom Hardy to Tom Hiddleston. No; Tom Hiddleston to Tom Hardy. No, wait... Tom Hardy and Tom Hiddleston to Tom Cruise. Yes, that's it.



I keep the world safe from his people, but now he's the one protecting me.
The Sluagh has come for me and nothing stops them. The monsters of Fairy chitter and cackle and screech all around us while Tiernan holds me tightly, hiding us within his magic. Under the cover of some roots, his body laid over mine, we wait. His lips brush my cheek. Our rapid breaths merge. My palms press against his chest, molding to his muscles and pulsing with his heartbeat. The terrifying sounds around us echo into silence but as I stare into his silver eyes I know the danger hasn't passed. This man—this fairy hunter—could tear apart my world.




Leona gently removes the soaked nightgown from her body with a grimace; dropping it in the laundry basket. She walks over to the sink, a hand covering her mouth as she yawns. She looks into the mirror, staring at her tired face and disarrayed hair. 

 

With a grunt, she grabs the vial containing a mint green potion, meant for cleaning the mouth. She sips some, washing her mouth with it. She seals the vial back, dropping it back in its position on the sink. 

 

Still sloshing her mouth with the minty liquid, she stares into the mirror, gaze focused on her eyes. She pauses in her activity and leans forward. Her eyes flashes a fiery orange for a second and she reels back in surprise. She blinks, eyebrows shooting up. She leans forward again, expecting to see the flash of orange again, but it never comes. 

 

“Hn.” She gives a grunt before sloshing the liquid in her mouth for a moment and throws the content in her mouth down into the sink when she finishes. 

 

Leona grabs another vial, this one’s liquid clear and transparent. She uncocks it and takes a sip. She throws her head back a little and proceeds in rinsing her mouth. She spits the liquid out once she’s done. 

 

Leona opens a golden tap, fetching a palm full of water and rinsing her mouth once again; riding her mouth of the minty taste. Once done, she pours water around the sink, washing down any residual of the potions. She ties her braided hair up, grabs a thick net and covers her head with it. 

 

With one last glance at the mirror, Leona walks over to the bath tub. 

 

She fills the tub with hot water, grabs the soap vial and her sponge before getting in. She ensures that she scrubs her body free of dirty, being carefully not to scrub too hard and irritate. Once she feels that she has washed her body adequately enough, she drains the soapy water. She fills the tub again with hot water, grabbing a vial from the corner and pouring the usual amount of jasmine scented potion meant to take care of her skin. 

 

Seeing as her skin has a… disagreement with creams, Leona options to use bath oil potions. She submerges her body into the tub, her face tipped back. She heaves a pleased sigh, closing her eyes. 

 

Leona stays in the water for ten minutes, allowing the potion to be adsorbed into her skin. Her mind is running through a thousand questions. 

 

What was that dream she had? Was it real? Did her mother really appear to her? These and many others. 

 

She sighs, opening her eyes slowing. Leona goes wide eyes as she notices how the room is filled with steam. She jerks upright, water sloshing over the tub as a result. She looks down and gives a surprise yelp. 

 

The water she’s currently in is boiling. Literally. 

 

It’s like someone placed a stove under her and set the intensity of the flame to the max. 

 

Leona jumps out of the tub, splashing water on the tiled floor. She slips but hurriedly grabs hold of the edge of the tub before she could fall on her ass – or worse, on her face. She rights herself, carefully moving away from the tub. She stares in bewilderment as the water stops boiling, coming to a stop. 

 

Suddenly, she hears a sizzling sound, as if water is being dropped on a hot surface. She raises her arms and looks down at them, then her body with wide eyes. 

 

She hurries to the huge mirror at one end of the room, making sure to be careful not to slip. Her eyes go wider as she looks at her form, her mouth gaping in shock. 

 

The water on her body is drying up, steam rising up into the air. The net on her hair is releasing smoke, and she plucks it from her head. She throws the net down on the floor and starts stomping on it. Her braided hair falls down, showing its newly crimson glory. 

 

“The hell?!” 

 

Leona take some steps back, hands moving from her face to her head. She then moves forward, looking closely into the mirror. 

 

Her eyes are orange again… the same orange her mother in her dreams had. She takes a glance at the floor, freezing when she sees her feet. 

 

They… they are on fire. Literal fire. 

 

What. The Fuck? 

 

“This… this is just a dream.” She whispers. She moves back, her head in her hands. “This is just an illusion. An illusion.” She squeezes her eyes shut, hands gripping her face tightly. “Wake up. Snap out of it. Wake up.” 

 

Leona stays like that for two minutes, breathing heavily. Taking a leap of fate, she opens her eyes, peaking down through her fingers. Her eyes settle on her feet and she gasps when she sees that they are back to normal. Her head snaps up, her eyes locked on the mirror. 

 

To her relief, she isn’t in flames anymore. Her hair is back to its dark shade, and her eyes are back to their usual color. Her shoulders slumps in relief and her lungs heaves a relieved sigh. 

 

“What is happening?” She whispers out shakenly. 

 

Leona steps forward again, eyes sizing her body in the mirror. 

 

Everything is back to normal. The only thing that indicated that what just happened wasn’t an illusion are the black footprints tared on the tiles; and the slightly burnt cap. 

 

“I have to tell them. I have to inform them.” 

 

Leona hurries over to the towel rack, grabbing a head and body towel. She ties them respectively before hurrying over to the door. 

 

Upon grabbing the door handle, she pauses. Her lips turns downward into a frown, her face taking up a contemplatively expression. 

 

Since she announced her betrothal to them, Raemon and Liliane have been worried about her. Then her usual nightly fever becomes a day and night event, making them even more worried. 

 

Informing them about what just took place is like signing a death warrant. 

 

When it comes to her, those two become mother hens with a snap of a finger and they will keep an eye on her every second of the day if they see something wrong with her. 

 

They are good at that, just like how they are good at killing. 

 

Leona shivers at the thought of their reaction. 

 

Nope. 

 

She shakes her head, steeping away from the door. 

 

‘I’ll visit the royal library today and do a research. Better to find evidence that I am not cursed or dying before telling them. At least, that will put them at ease and save me a load of trouble.’ Leona sweat drops. 

 

Seriously, those two… 

 

Leona snorts, rolling her eyes in fond exasperation. She turns back, looking at the mess the bathroom was in. 

 

The water on the floor can be easily explained along with the broken vials, but the charred footprints: those are the problem. 

 

Leona stares intently at the spot, lips pursed. An idea came into her head and she makes a quick work of executing it. 

 

She grabs a few vials of clear potion, making note of them, and she pours them onto the prints. Using the damaged cotton net, she scrubs the floor with all her strength – going to the still filled tub to rinse it and going back again to scrub at them. 

 

After a few minutes of hard scrubbing, Leona stops and looks at her work. 

 

The burn has been cleaned to an acceptable level and she sighs in relief. She grabs the empty vials and disposes them – along with the damaged net – into the waste basket. She walks over to the tub and opens the golden tap and rinses her hands before draining it. 

 

Her eyes catches the sight of the broken vials and she purses her lips in dissatisfaction. 

 

Looks like she is going shopping. Again. 

 

With a groan, she walks away, heading for the door. “Alfaenia will deal with the rest.” She bats her hand dismissively. 

 

Leona doesn’t waste much time in getting dressed. She chooses a simple, V necked purple dress that’s off-shoulders. It has net sleeves that ends at her elbows and having a beautiful net design on the chest. The dress also has well-hidden pockets. 

 

She plasters the Illusion Seal – made specially for her by Liliane - on her back, watching in amazement as her tattoo and the seal disappears, leaving only clear honey skin. 

 

She loses her braid, brushing her recently cut hair – which was formally hip length and now reaches her mid-back length – gently. Once done with taking care of her smooth and silky hair, she rubs a little powder before applying a clear lips moisturizer. 

 

She reaches into her jewelry drawer and grabs her black ruby earrings and her sliver necklace. She wears them in record time, as well as her two rings on each of her ring fingers. She walks over to the full length mirror and takes in her appearance. 

 

“Well, this should do.” She nods, giving a small twirl. A knock on her door makes her divert her attention from the mirror. 

 

“Young Mistress?” 

 

“Just a moment.” She says. She looks at herself once again before walking away. 

 

“Good morning, Young mistress,” is the first thing she hears as she opens the door. 

 

“Good morning, Alfaenia.” She greets, a small smile on her lips. 

 

“How was your night?” 

 

“…eventful.” 

 

Alfaenia arches an eyebrow. “And your morning?” 

 

“…disastrous.” 

 

This gets Alfaenia’s eyebrows shooting up before coming down into a frown. 

 

“Is anything the matter?” 

 

Leona pinches the bridge of her nose, batting her hand dismissively. “Just had a slight accident in the bathroom, that’s all. I slipped, knocking down some vials.” 

 

“Are you hurt?” Alfaenia moves forward, eyes staring at Leona intently. 

 

“I’m perfectly fine.” Leona bats the air. “Although, I couldn’t clean up the broken glass and water on the floor. It’s… pretty messy.” She grimaces. 

 

“Do not worry. It will be taken care of.” 

 

Leona gives a thankful nod. “Thank you.” 

 

The two of them make their way over to the grand stairs in silence. The reach there in no time, and waiting for them down was Raemon and Liliane. 

 

“You missed breakfast,” is Liliane’s first words. “Marbethta and Caelum have already left. You do remember that the meeting starts at nine and it’s already 7:25 right?” She cocks an eyebrow. 

 

“I apologize. Something came up.” Leona says, slowly and carefully walking down to meet them. 

 

Something? Raemon signs, a brow arching a little. Currently, he can neither hear no talk, having not taken his potions. He focuses on their lips, making sure that Liliane is in an open spot. 

 

“The young mistress had a small accident, Master Raemon.” Alfaenia replies, dutifully following behind Leona. Although she might not know what Raemon is signing, she has a good guess of what he’s asking. 

 

“Accident?” Liliane takes a step forward in alarm. 

 

“I slipped. In the bathroom.” 

 

Are you hurt? Raemon squints lightly at her while Liliane takes another step forward. 

 

“I’m fine you two.” Leona rolls her eyes in exasperation, making her way to stand before them. 

 

The two adults squint heavily, sizing her up from head to toe, looking for any signs of pain or injuries. 

 

Upon reaching them, Leona blinks, eyebrows shooting up. 

 

“What in Helma’s name are you both wearing?” She asks with a scandalized voice, staring indignantly at her siblings. 

 

Clothes. Raemon signs. The blank look on his face makes Leona sigh in exasperation. 

 

Raemon has on his Assassin battle suit and gear. The black body suit clings to his toned body like a second skin, leaving no room for the imagination. He has everything on, even his mask and scarf! It’s like he’s going on an official mission or something! 

 

Oh, let’s not get started with Liliane. The woman wore her combat clothes; a black short – that starts from the pelvis and ends under her butt cheeks, has a little navy blue cloth hanging in front that reaches her thighs – that is being held by a belt; a black tight, sleeveless short top that end a few inches under her breasts, showing off her toned stomach; dark blue thigh high socks, heeled combat boots and leather bracers on. 

 

Raemon and Liliane both have edametalim metal incorporated in their outfits; be it on their clothes or shoes. 

 

These two were simply ready for war. 

 

Leona pinches the bridge of her nose, her other arm folded. “You guys…” She sighs. “We are going to a meeting, not a battle.” 

 

“Hn.” Liliane shrugs. “You might never know who’s simply begging to join their ancestors.” She gives a sharp grin, making Leona groan. 

 

“Can you both, just please, change into formal clothes? Please.” 

 

Leona stares up at them with an unimpressed and blank look, eyes narrowed and promising retribution if they don’t obey her. The two adults inwardly sweat drops. 

 

Although she has no magik or mana core, Leona is emitting a deadly aura; an aura they couldn’t ignore. Every day, Leona is beginning to look like Adriane. Right now, the resemblance is uncanny. 

 

Deciding that they have had enough of her stare, the two adults acquiesce with an amused expression. 

 

“Fine.” Liliane huffs, the corner of her lips tilting into a smile. “No need to get your panties in twist, little sis.” 

 

Liliane raises her hand and spins a finger in the air. Above her, a green circle with sigils forms and them descends on her. As it goes down, her hair and clothes changes. Once it reaches the ground, it shimmers out of existence. 

 

“Is this formal enough?” Liliane asks, hip cocked and a hand on it. 

 

No longer is she wearing her combat clothes. She now wore a green, knee length Hong-Longian dress, which is split on both sides from her hips down. The dress is sleeveless, showing her toned biceps which bore two gold bands. It is high necked and has an open chest area which shows part of her ample busts. Although the dress clings to her body like a second skin, it is still flexible. It acts more like a body suit, suiting her acrobatic and rapid assault fighting style. She also has on red high thigh sockings with straps, which ends inches away from her ankles, leaving bare her feet; and sliver heeled sandals. To top it all up, she wore fingerless gloves that ends a few inches from her elbows. Her box braided dark brown hair is now up in a high ponytail – some of the box braided locks down on her face. 

 

Leona nods curtly in reply before turning over to Raemon, looking at him pointedly. 

 

The olive skin Assassin gives a silent sigh before he too changes his attire. 

 

Raemon’s clothes seems to dissolve like smoke. The smoke twists and surrounds his body from his head to toe. When the smoke disperses, Raemon is dressed differently. No longer is he wearing his work clothes – instead, he wore a black turtle shirt – it sleeves reaches his biceps and clinging to his body like a second skin; black trousers and equally black boots. The amount of black on him makes both of his sisters to sweat drop. His shoulder length, curly ash grey hair is still in its usual bun, exposing his shaved back head. The bun is held in place by two black metal hair sticks, which have precious stones dangling from gold wires. The sight of them and the earring on his ear makes both women to go soft eyed. 

 

“Jacket.” Leona says, soft gaze boring into him. 

 

The adult gives a small roll of his eyes before magiking a short grey leather jacket – baring the symbol of the Sanguine clan on his back. 

 

“Better.” Leona nods, a pleased smile on her face. Her siblings huffs silently. 

 

“Here, your supreme overlordness.” Liliane says as she materializes a tied lunch box. “I packed some food for you. You can eat on the way.” 

 

The three make their way outside, a carriage already waiting for them. 

 

Leona walks over to the Gaionleus, a soft smile on her face. 

 

“Hey, Pae.” She greets, getting a huff back. “So, you’re the one taking me to the palace, huh?” 

 

She raises a hand, waiting for him to sniff. Once he did, and deciding that she’s of no danger to him and also recognizing her familiar scent, he bumps his nose in her hand – getting a grin from her. 

 

Leona softly caresses the creature’s face, getting a pleased noise from him. “Please take of me.” The Gaionleus huffs, making her grin to stretch. 

 

With a last pat on his beak, she walks away and heads back to the carriage. 

 

“Lady Leona?” 

 

The timid voice of Reyuu, the bird keeping girl, calls out. All heads turn to her, making the poor girl to shrink under their gaze. 

 

“Yes?” Leona turns fully to face her, her leg still on the first steps of the carriage. 

 

“Um, you- you have a letter.” She raises up three, small, folded parchments, eyes avoiding the trio. 

 

“Three?” Liliane asks, cocking a surprised eyebrow. 

 

“Um, a-actually, they are meant for the three of you.” Reyuu stutters out. The teen proceeds in passing the missives to each respectful recipient. 

 

Leona looks down at hers, blinking owlishly when she sees the Blackwater insignia. 

 

This is strange. Neither Aeron nor she makes use of their official family insignia. So for this to come in instead of their usual friendly missives, it makes her to frown in confusion. 

 

“Thank you.” Leona says, making the girls eyes to widen in surprise. The young girl gives a deep bow before hurrying away. 

 

Leona continues her journey up the carriage, putting the letter in a pocket. She pauses once more to say goodbye to Alfaenia. 

 

“Have a safe ride, Young Mistress, Lady Liliane, Master Raemon.” The woman, along with four others at her back, bows to the retreating forms of the trio. 

 

The three take a seat in the carriage, the doors closing automatically. With a crack of the reigns, the Gaionleus takes off into a run, wings spreading out, before taking into the air.

When Leona woke up that morning, she expected it to be like every normal day. The same old, same old. But Fate and the gods decided to place their bets on her sanity. 

A surprise marriage betrothal between her and the new heir in town opens a whole can of worms for the heiress to the Vermilion House.

Magick, fire, death and duty all come crashing into her life and with it her sanity tilts to the edge.

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WARNING: This book contains gore, blood and death. Also, as this is edited by me, there will be quite a few grammatical error here and there. I apologize lol.

As I sat in front of my large gold mirror, Flora twisting my hair into a semi-braided up-do, I had only one thought in my mind. It's terrible. 
Flora, with her hands that can create miracles, made me into a Goddess. After scrubbing me clean for twenty minutes, my skin had a healthy pink glow to it, and I smelled of lilies and gardenia flowers. I wore a floor length dress made of purple lace and silk, which hung loosely on my petite frame, clinging where it mattered most and only exposing my sides and an occasional peek of my legs. It was adorned with silver beading on the shoulders, and my family crest in the shape of a figure eight hung around my neck. Flora was currently wrestling with my unruly tresses of wavy black hair, pinning one braid on each side of my head, and letting the rest fall over my shoulders freely. In the mirror was a rare beauty, looking as though she walked straight out of some folk legend. Like I said, it's terrible. I sighed. 
"You have outdone yourself today, Flora. I'm sure my mother will flaunt me around the feast like a prized hen when we arrive," I said, shuddering at the thought. Flora chuckled, admiring her work in the mirror. 
"Oh, Miss, I cannot understand why you insist on wearing those loose pants and shirts! Look, you are so beautiful! I am sure Prince Alexander will not be able to take his eyes off you the entire night!" She exclaimed. 
"Don't," I said, raising my hand to stop her. "I would prefer it if he never knew I was even in attendance tonight."
I had not seen Prince Alexander in ten years. He was sent off to some school in the mountains, presumably to learn about ruling a kingdom. Not that my impression of him was very good to start with. He used to run around the palace, chasing me with plums when we were little. I hated plums, and I still have nightmares of returning home at night crying, drenched in plum juice after having them thrown at me nonstop all day. Needless to say, I wasn't sad when he left. 
Slipping on my silver colored sandals, I walked out of my room to meet my family at the front gate. I could only hope that tonight would go by fast, and I could go back to living my carefree life undisturbed. 
As usual, I wasn't going to be so lucky.

In the Spirit Kingdom, a girl named Ianthe is born to one of the four main families. Known for her wit, charm, and violet purple eyes, she is by every standard an oddity of the Kingdom. With dreams to travel the world side by side with the one she loves, Ianthe seemingly has her life planned out. But fate has decided otherwise. On a trip to the border Kingdom of Fire, Ianthe's father and mother are brutally murdered. Narrowly escaping death, Ianthe becomes bent on revenge. Knowing the only way to find her parents' killer is to have power, she gives up the life she once wanted, and marries into the royal family. Her life is further thrown into chaos when she finds she might actually fall in love with her new husband. But when the killer is finally unmasked, Ianthe must choose: A happy life with her husband, or revenge and power beyond imagination? The choice will not be easy.

"Where does everything gone wrong?! "

Emily standing in front of the mirror with a knife in her right hand... Blood dripping from the knife down to the floor.... 

On the verge of crying she looked down to see a man dead on the floor with blood pooled around.... 

"No.. No.. I'm sorry i didn't meant to kill you!! " 

Her tears dripped down her cheeks coated with the droplets of blood.... 

Her rose gold coloured dress
..now coated with the streaks of blood... 

She crouched down to sit on the floor hopelessly shaking the man's body.... 

The lifeless body laid down on the floor with his eyes opened gazing Emily's face.... 

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Abruptly the door to the room in which Emily Coated with blood opens revealing Edmund.... 

"Ms.Geordan what makes y-- his eyes widened looking at the State of Emily and dashed his way towards her and knelt down beside her

" What happened?! " He asked by holding her in his arms...  Emily lifted her head up to look his worried face... Slowly her tear dried cheeks stained with fresh tears once again... 

"I_ I didn't meant to do it! " She spoke in between her sobs.. 
Ed gently placed his right palm on her head and bent his head down to see her now crying face... 

"Shh... It's ok stop crying and say what happened?!  Did someone hurt you?  What's with these red stains?? "

"I killed someone"
Edmund slowly let his hands fall to his sides "what? "

*And that someone is.... 

ANDREW"
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Emily woke up with sweats covering her now pale face... 
"Why am I getting weird and horrible dreams now a days?! "

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Two weeks after.. 

On the day of Edmund and Crystal's wedding..... 

"Today's the day I'm gonna ruin his life totally! " She had an evil smirk which is now opposite to the angelic white attire 

A hand placed on her shoulder as the face appeared on the mirror which reveals both the William siblings
"Just wait a little bit more sis..  We need him gone bit by bit... Not so fast. "
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"Hey man!  Are you sure you want to marry that witch?! "

"Do I look I have any other choice Trev? "

"Well... You know... You can just run away from here and I'm sure you'll be the most handsomest man titled to the runaway groom!! "

Trevor chuckled a bit to make the tense ease... But Ed just started at him blankly... 

"Hey I'm just joking!  You don't have to see me like that! "

"I'm not in the mood to joke around Trev.. Just let me be.. "

Trevor let out a deep sigh and sat near Edmund and placed his hand on his shoulder... 
"It's never too late Ed.. "
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James was on his way to pick up Emily from her place and abruptly there was a car that stopped right in front of his car.... It was inches away to get crashed... James pulled his brake just right on time and the car made a shrieking sound that even left trails on the road... 
" What the hell?! "

The Royal Blue coloured car's door opened revealing a man stood firm and muscular opening the back door of the car... 
A foot stepped out with a dark brown timberland boots.... All black outfit.... A black leather jacket.... With his jet black hair slicked back..... 

The man walked to the car where James now sat with his widened eyes and trembling hands holding the steering wheel tight.... 

The man stood right in front of his car with his hands shoved in his pant pockets... An gentle but evil smirk plastered in his angelic but demonic face..... With his head slightly tilted..... 

"Long time brother. "
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Emily stood outside her apartment looking for the trace of her dearest friend...

Emily wore a beautiful knee length golden silver dress with silver accessories and wore  silver high heels.... 

"What's taking him so long to come here?! "

Just like that a black Bugatti stood in front of her making her startled.... 
The non see through window slid down revealing a man in his all white attire... He smiled gently "How are you my dear princess?! "
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As the man made his way near Emy... An figure just pop out of no where stood in front of her.... 
"Don't you dare lay a finger on her! " The lady wearing an emerald green dress with golden jewels and a silvery gold heels stood in front of her blocking the man from approaching Emily... 

Emily was so confused to see both unfamiliar figures standing in front of her.... It's until when.... She gazed the side profile of the woman.... 


The woman who made her life to live all alone.... 


The woman who never ever gave her love.... 


The woman who's disgusted by her birth... 



The woman who thought she's an evil... 


The woman who abandoned her.... 

And that woman is.... 

"Mom?! " It came nearly as an whisper from Emily's mouth.. 

The lady tilted her head to the side seeing Emily for the first time after she left her.... 

"Don't worry baby.. I'm here to protect you.. "

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TBC!!!! 



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