Abortion: A Short Story

Terror stricken, she said softly, “Then the death of my dear friend would have been in vain. The betrayal of Freddie and the other lads would account for nothing. He’s got to be found,” she stopped and later burst into a torrent of tears, “otherwise, I will be killed by his henchman, who I fear is still taking orders from him.”

Princess Claire decided to kill Queen Monica, her own ‘’beloved’’ mother. Princess Claire’s decisions were made for the people. Within the next few days Claire constructed a plan to have her mother killed. That night, when she had finished her planning, she snuck up behind her mother, not sure if she was ready to actually put the plan in play. After a few seconds Claire took a breath and knocked her mother in the side of the head, killing

When I returned to the “Petit Salon”, the atmosphere was more collected. Dame Chaboix had convinced Henri de Valfort to accept to be “the 4th hand”, and they were now, playing bridge with Santéglise and Saturnin Valloix. The Baron was watching them with a detached interest. Holding a glass of cognac in his hand, he stood in front of the table, on the Dummy’s side. When he saw me enter, he put down the glass on the nearby pedestal table which occupied a corner of the room, then, he looked at his watch (mine indicated 11:30 PM), and he came over to speak to me.

“What are we gonna do!?” said another person. “We must inform the King and Empress at once. Maybe they will know what to do.”

“Of course you didn’t mean for this to happen. Bizarre things like this aren’t meant to happen, but the king is dead.” I said looking him straight in his tear filled eyes. I saw the look of apprehension clearly taking over his mind. “If it hadn’t been for you, he would still be

"Your mother is very upset with you." The king spoke, already getting sadder by the second as he thought of his wife.

Gwen inhaled and declared, “It is with great sorrow that we are all assembled here. Prince Merlin and Princess Mithian, I can only add Camelot’s and my own condolences to those already expressed. In terms of King Rodor, I can speak of a King who cared about his family and people. He governed with due regard and purpose. He also saw the greater purpose in things. He valued the happiness of

Princess Jeisha bursts out in tears after hearing “Queen Maylie her mother who became really ill and that she has a rough time with seeing the doctors because it’s a flu season. Mostly all doctors we can reach is not available to help her. " He sighs. "So time by time I decide we will do the things she loves before she goes because all I want for her is to be happy. But I do not know how to tell this to Jeisha?..."

“Indeed. But where are our wives?” Perceval grew desperate and began to worry that something terrible happened to Joan and Percy, yet no one had informed him. A tendril of panic inched up his spine until he spotted Sir Kay drawing closer. He had his arm wrapped around Kiena’s waist.

The nobleman’s eyebrow shot higher into his hairline, and murmurs- verbal and mental- broke out across the crowd. Charles ignored them, and went on. “If you’ll spare him for the night- and I think you can, as we’ve all had our show,” he said. “I plan to seek the general in the morning.”

"My time is near the end, I have no son. So the man who kills the winged elf, will have my daughter's hand and my crown. ' The king gasped, before closing his eyes.

“You bastard! You want to kill my children?” She screamed the tears started falling down. “No! No! I forbid it!”

“Krystal, John ask Vivica to marry him and guess what? Vivica said, she needs to think about it.”

“I was selfish in my cause to make his life a living hell; instead of accepting the title he was given.” He blinks back the tears in his eyes, maintaining his stoic composure. “Robert knew the risk and the heartache you inherit when you don the crown. And because of the title he held, he lost the one he most loves.”

He fixed his gaze to a dark corner of the room then a man can out from the shadows. “What is he doing here I thought he was exiled” nobles started murmuring, disgusted at the sight that the exiled prince who planned a coup d’etat is actually still alive. “My son Lucious Venera, Leader of the Black Hand This is your Last Mission, Bring The Codex and The Star of Mythalia to Alice. Make sure she is safe and help her escape this God forbidden planet.” King Venara knows his son is strong, if he didn’t have his commanders at that time of the coup, of his son could have end his life. To rebel all for a single woman the king smirked at the