Blood on the third wish novel

Chapter 4 Arthur's tenderness vanished in an instant. That very night, he stormed into my room like a madman, grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me before Emily. "Save him! Saralı! I order you to save him!" he roared. Emily, her eyes streaming with tears, struggled to kneel before me. "Sarah, please, I beg you, save my child! He is the reincarnation of a holy devotee! A mortal body cannot contain him. You are the siren princess. Only you can wish to save him!" But I saw the truth clearly. There was no holy devotee. The child's face was covered in red rashes, his breathing labored.

It was clearly an allergic reaction. "It's an allergy..." Before I could finish, Emily cut me off with a sob. "Arthur, let me speak with Sarah alone. As a woman, surely she can understand a mother's desperation!" The moment Arthur left, her demeanor changed completely. "How dare you keep living? You tainted, used-up whore. What makes you think you can compete with me for Arthur?" With those words, she lifted the swaddled infant high above her head and slammed it down with all her might. "No..." I was too late to stop her.

The baby hit the floor, convulsed violently for a moment, and then went still. Simultaneously, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from Emily. "My fault, all my fault! Hate me if you must! Why would you harm an innocent child..." She scooped up the bundle like a madwoman and rushed out the door. "Arthur! It was her! She killed our child!" The door crashed open. A pair of large hands seized my throat. I looked up into a pair of bloodshot eyes. "You deserve to die!" 0.00% 12:39 Suffocation washed over me. My hands clawed tightly at Arthur as I struggled, shaking my head.

I wasn't afraid of death, but if I died now, the curse wouldn't take effect... How would I ever get my revenge! Tears fell onto Arthur's fingers. The pressure on my throat suddenly eased. Arthur stared down at me coldly. After a long moment, a cruel smile spread across his face. "Sarah, I'm going to make you..." "Wish for death." Arthur was true to his word. He locked me in the basement. In the darkness, countless hands roamed over my body. The pain reached a peak where even my nerves began to blur. Yet Arthur was still not satisfied. He stripped me bare and forced me to kneel in the snow.

As the blizzard raged around me, Arthur stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, holding Emily in his arms, scrutinizing my wretched struggle. Time ticked by. The snow piled up past my legs. Eventually, my body froze solid. The relentless torment had drained my life force, leaving only the faintest vital spårk still flickering. A pair of feet stopped in front of me. Arthur sneered. "All this drama about dying-who are you putting on a show for?" "You are a siren. A minor injury like this poses no threat to you." The siren clan possessed powerful bodies. They did not fear the cold.

But Arthur, I had sacrificed my lifetime of magical essence long ago, when I made that second wish for the Hudsons. I was no different from an ordinary human now. A layer of frost began to coat my fingers, and the scene before me grew increasingly blurry. I looked up to see dark clouds quietly gathering in the sky. Soon. It would be soon. "10... 9... 8... 7..." As the final number fell from my lips, I suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. 46.98% 12:38 "Arthur, I will damn you to a death without a grave!" 98.32% 12:39 admin