I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him. Emotions I can't decipher.
He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face.
I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin.
"I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me."
My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper.
He nods, "I know."
"You kill without remorse," I spit.
"I know."
"I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger.
"I know."
"I'm disgusted by you."
"I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine.
His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger."
--
It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine.
Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent.
I want death.
I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter.
"Sweet innocent little Rhea. Never did anything wrong. Wouldn't hurt a fly," he smiles coldly, "I couldn't wait to pull the trigger."
Death.
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Rhea Windsor inherits the title of Queen, after her mother and father died while sailing to another kingdom. Soon after, she finds out the king and queen's death wasn't just an accident.
Determined to find out what happened, and get revenge, Rhea meets two completely opposite men, Gabriel and Elijah.
While Gabriel is a selfless and charming knight to save the day, a man who she'd want, without noticing, she finds herself attracted to a selfish and ruthless killer, Elijah, claiming she hates him.
Falling in love with both, and still wanting revenge for her parents, she slowly finds who she is.
| THIS BOOK CONTAINS |
Sexual content
Violence
Guns
Knives
Blood
Abuse
Torture
Death
Murder
Sexual harassment
Suicidal thoughts
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*COMPLETED*
You used to love the fairytales , but it was the cold you were afraid of. Sharp cold shivers as you uncovered the cold body of little red riding hood's granny , sweeter trembles when the snow white awoke from the prince's kiss over her own pale and cold corpse . But by the high school prettier princesses walked among you .You saw the gulf between you and those perfect girls , and vowed to stop believing in the fairytales. But the stories were in you as deep as poison of the strongest kind.
If prince charming was real , he would save you , but when you needed to be saved from the unfairness of the world would he come? Would he kiss the poison away ? would he save you from the high castle and your evil step mother ?
Oh Rapunzel , if only he wasn't tangled in another mistress's limbs.
There he was, you knight in shining armor. He saw YOU. And somewhere deep inside you, you knew it was too good to be true. But you let yourself swept after being let down your whole life , because he was the only strong enough to lift you.
So now if you can live like this, say you love him, say thank you. Say, yes honey and get down on your knees and present your body for fucking.
'Kneel , darling. You were meant to be a damsel' they say
What if you loved the feeling of Prince Charming's guts gushing blood on your hands? What if you finally had enough ?
What if you found the light on the wrong side ?
Yes, you were the damsel.....one meant to cause chaos and damage
Welcome to the dark side of the fairytales
(The sequel to nefarious bliss)