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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

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Perish forever

Meanwhile, in the village of Ambra.

A woman sat in a dark room, her hands clasped together while she was in deep concentration. She had her eyes closed, her brows furrowed. She was in pain, her body was unable to handle the power she was trying to find. Blood started to trickle down her nose, and she turned weak as moments passed. However, the woman did not give up.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and an old woman walked in. Seeing the state the woman in front of her was in, she hurried to her and held her, shaking her lightly. "Beatrice, come back." She yelled, shaking her vigorously. She knew the girl was deep in her concentration, and it was not easy to break it. However, if she did not bring her back, she would die. Her body was losing strength as moments passed, and the old woman had sensed it the moment she had stepped into the room.