Page 35

The ancient ones are participating in an act that should remain nameless—fucking in an old-couple sort of way, to describe it.

The situation unfolding before Lily’s eyes is unseeable, the smell is unbearable, and the whole thing, well, just fucking traumatizing as a whole. She had always been a tough girl, traumatized and let down over and over again since her childhood, but this deed is just over the fucking top, man.

Like, what the fuck, ladies and gentlemen?

Her vision goes black, and for the millionth time, she faints like the damsel in distress she is.

But this time, no Prince Charming catches her head from hitting the ground.

Standing behind, he loses consciousness along with her.

CHAPTER 12: A TRUE GOLDFISH

“Where in the damn world am I?” Lily Lileena Lilannah says, waking up with a jolt.

Just another generic chapter opener found in pretty much every novel.

The ceiling stares down blankly at her, high and pale blue.

And glass.

Blurry, though, or she would be staring at someone’s nether regions right now. A smile cracks on her cracked lips, and she cackles, her mind hazy as if she’s on crack. Her eyes close, naturally long eyelashes fanning over her rosy cheeks. Now, folks, let us all take a moment to admire her extraordinary beauty.

“Hey, you’re awake,” her boyfriend hollers suddenly from across the room, ending the moment.

Huh, the peace and quiet sure lasted shorter than expected.

Lily turns, confused. “Where am I?” she repeats, blinking profusely, innocently too, the scene last chapter long forgotten. A true goldfish, in heart and in mind.

Every saunters over to the bed that she happens to just notice she is in, his steps long and confident, a true CEO, through and through. He stops inches from her porcelain-doll face, studying her closely. “We’re at my sister’s,” he answers, his dialogue short and curt like a badly written F-grade drama himbo, if that even is a thing. Well, in fairness, that’s exactly what he is.

The very definition of his existence.

His whole personality summed up in one short phrase.

The fair lady Lily-girl sighs, tired of the overly dramatic antics of the story. “The fuck?”

“Well, that’s what I said. Come on.”

“Elaborate.”

“Look, sugartits, we’re at my sis’ ice planet at the moment, technically the secret colony on the surface of Pluto. Kinda far from home, if you ask me. You good?”

“No,” she says as another flashback of Elma and Elmo floods back into her little brain, traumatizing her all over again.

Lily faints.



Blinking her eyes open, eyelashes fluttering up from her rosy cheeks, a familiar set of blue eyes stare down at her.

“Every,” she breathes as she takes in the long hair attached to the sharp, lethal face card of his. The silky midnight blue strands flow down dainty shoulders and drape across a silky baby blue shift. Stranger then, a crystal crown—a professional one, mind you, and not simply a Claire’s accessory one—is planted on his head like a halo.

Like what all confused heroines do, Lily Lyannona Lalaland simply blinks.

Then she gains a few more brain cells and her cognitive thinking skills finally kick in.

Her first thought is that she must have slept for such a long time that her man now has flowing long hair and looks different. Gaunt with anxiety for her to wake up from her beauty sleep. Hair long and unkempt because his worry for her well-being made him neglect basic hygiene.