Disastrous Luna
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. It's my eighteenth birthday and I am about to be engaged to the most powerful and stunnin
all I can think about is how much easier i
settle into their new life. I can't help but envy them. I wish I can phase early too, so Hayden and I
en consider marrying my beloved prince since he made it clear we won't get married until I phase. It is
ig party. One works on my hair, carefully braiding it int
e dress with golden and silver beads. My eyes wid
ding up so I can get a better look. The other mai
rom?" I ask the maid
, your Highness," the maid
d been working tirelessly to make sure that everything was perfect for my engagem
I can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I twirl aroun
ul, Your Highness," one of t
knock on the door and t
iting for you." She informs and I take a deep brea
ng the maid a smile. "I'll
ne behind me. They carefully hold the tail of my dress, ensur
g within me. This is the day I have been for. I can't wait to se
ee Prince Hayden standing at the center of the room, looking dashing a royal
oach him. He places a kiss on my fore
cross the room. "I am honored to announce that Pri
se, but instead of feeling happiness w
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t down the hallway on the floor ab
ing's office?" Lauren asks in a frightened tone. "What
n his royal safe and I know for a fact that the records
executed for this." Lauren says and
at the party. As soon as we get the records, we'll be out of h
g hand on laureen's shoulder. "You don't have to come
s, visibly
someone comes around." I say and turns to Mandy,
the way out of the room a
end of the hallway and
door. I nod at Mandy, w
is a tense few moments as I struggle with the lock
es to adjust to the dim light. But soon, we make o
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party and the warm, crowded room. But as the prince leads me to the center of the hall, I
to face me, his expression filled with worry. "Are yo
e whispers of the guests start to grow louder and more frantic as they notice something is
the distant murmurings of prince Hayden's parents. Suddenly a sharp
I'm nineteen, so why do I feel
ballroom, holding up my dress. I can hear the gasps and shouts of the gues
voice filled with fear and confusion as
st a servant who is standing in the hallway and she gives me a confused look as she stumble
ues. I try to make it to my bed, hoping that I will be able to ride out the cha
more and more intense. My body contorts and twist beneath my skin. I lay o
ecome an angel, a being of pure light and goodness, but no
turn into claws and
I wonder what the prince will think o
d that we would rule the kingdom together as a pair of benevolent an
gusting form, the door bursts open and the maid I passed by in the hall
with fury and her eyes widen i
eeping my transformation a secret, and I know that she w
ressive person, but now I feel a primal urge to lash out. I reach for the knife, my fingers closing around the handle. I know tha