Pearl Des Bulles is made of dusted rose cheeks, a girl of divine with hardly anything but flesh on her but always giving. She is the daughter of a dead man but remains to speak to the lambs as though they will respond to her, sings to the wilting flowers in her quaint garden as if it will make them blossom again. Onlookers know her to be a most zealous topic of admiration, the epitome of virtue and an ounce of resplendence.Prince Helios, half deaf and so regal even the ghosts within us ramble, is a god. Since birth he has spoken only lies and venom from petal lips, since birth has he only basked himself in pride and never has he looked at one in solicitude-stricken lustre. There is not known much of him, but that he has more vices than comrades and a pulchritudinous wife — one infertile like the ground plaguing farmers, enticing them to land six feet under and choke on the dirt they rose from.
And it is told through tales out of ancient tomes in golden - rimmed, jewel - encrusted letters that no twisted turn of fate can intertwine lives so far from the other.
Nothing. No thing, but one.
Adventure was something Pearl, at last, did always long for. Bearing the heir to a kingdom seemed the grandest. (And killing the prince did no less.)
❝... AND SHE WOULD DRAG A BURNING CROSS UP A HILL, SWALLOW SPLINTERS, AND EAT HER SINS ( FOR A TASTE OF VENGEANCE. ) ❞
CAST
PEARL DE BULLES
selena gomez
━━━ WITH BYSTANDERS ━━━
cody fern; PRINCE HELIOS
robert de niro; ARTHUR DES BULLES
kim taehyung; TEIVEL MOREAU
george clooney; KING LUTHER
elle fanning; JULIET
lena headey; QUEEN ANASTASIA
george clooney; KING LUTHER
kat graham; BELLA ANDERSDEDICATION
to anyone who has inspired me
artemisia gentileschi, frida kahlo, winnie
mandela, malala yousafzai, my grandmother, and women made of steel and fire - ALL women.NOTE OF THE HAND.
hello, Angels of the heavens!my name is rosé (as in, not joking, that's actually my name — also, i'm not french, my mom was just drunk) and this work of mine, i hope you will come to enjoy. see it as a piece of garment i give to you. please wear it as it is now yours to keep and if that is what you wish, enjoy even when it is torn at its seams and long out of fashion. hopefully that did make some sort of sense. nonetheless, the book that i have lay ahead of you is going to be the first i'm publishing, and knowing myself and the penchants i have like the back of my hand, i must warn you; the things i produce are mostly vulgar, raw, and wicked. little grim (or as otherwise named, under the fig tree) will be no exception; sexual scenes will be included here and there, as will gore and violence. little grim represents the coexistence of good and bad around us, inside of us, and the feeling of being unable to choose amidst two.
okay, i'm going to stop rambling now, please enjoy and leave some comments — comments are really what keeps me going and uprises my motivation. sending all good things to you, plus the courage to catch them! 🐞🛸🍌💗 uwu
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LITTLE GRIM
Bí ẩn / Giật gânAll kings steal their crowns. All kings are birthed with the taste of blood, flesh and venom lingering on their tongues, and they endlessly long for more. All kings, even those feasting on corpses, even ones invincible like him, are ruled by one que...