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Trapped for Eternity

Currently on hold. "Where do you think you are running off to?" Alastair asked with an evil smirk on his face. "I-I..." Samantha stuttered, trying to come up with an answer and not daring to meet the King in the eye. "Take your time, my dear. We have all the time in the world." "I want to go." "And where do you want to go?" "Home." "Oh, Samantha darling. Let's get one thing straight. This is your home now and you are not going anywhere, not when I am here." "But I do not want to hurt you again, Alastair." "Ohh, darling. The only way you will ever hurt me is when you leave me and that is one thing I will never allow you to do. You are mine, eternity." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alastair Drayce has been searching for years for Samantha as she is said to bring the change of fates, according to a prophecy. And the first thing he does after finding her is to bring her to his castle, his home, under his protection. Wanting to save the most powerful man in the kingdom from her destructive self, Samantha hatches a plan to escape. But why is it that every time she tries to flee, she ends up right in his arms? Coincidence? Once: Accepted, Twice: Questionable, Thrice: Not anymore. Why does her escape plan go wrong with him around and most important of all, what is he hiding? Also, what does Alastair want from Samantha that lasts for eternity? A prophecy has been made. An angel has been found. And two lost souls have united. Now, how are Alastair and Samantha destined to bring the change of fates? Read their story to find out more. The cover picture does not belong to me. ------------------------------------------- Join my discord server to know more about chapter updates. Discord: https://discord.gg/rPCgMp9MCH Instagram: prada_murthy Facebook: Prada Murthy

prada_murthy · Fantasia
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Promise in the dream

Alastair sat beside Samantha, watching her sleep restlessly on her bed. Even though she was deep asleep, he knew she was not sleeping well just from the deep frown on her face. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her breathing was erratic, showing that she was having a nightmare.

Picking up the bowl of warm water and the hand towel, he wiped her forehead and her neck before he eased her brows. But as soon as his fingers touched Samantha's forehead, tears trickled down her face and soft sobs reverberated through the room.

Alastair's eyes widened on seeing her cry and he moved closer to her, patting her forehead gently to comfort her. "Samantha, sweetheart. Shh, shh, everything is alright. I am right here." He tried to coax her. Although he did not know what nightmare was haunting her, he did not like the way she was right now. Her entire face screamed how miserable she was, and all he wanted was to ease her of the pain.