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QUEEN OF THE DEAD

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A mysterious boy who fell in love with her, and a mysterious power that came with a loss.

Percy Addams can "see dead people" from the expense of her soulmate's death. That incident brought her to not only get visions of wandering spirits, but also the ability to forecast people's death upon skin contact. With her sanity on the line, she coped with depression and anxiety by building walls and isolating herself from the world.

Until, the mysterious boy whom she gave her heart to years ago, came back; not as a spirit as she'd hope, but as the King of the Dead, here to claim Percy as his Queen. Will she chose her undying love for him, and be his Queen? Or will she chose to see him as he is, no longer the person she loves; and become her own Queen; of the Dead?

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CHAPTER 1
you are the vibe that came down quietly. I once dreamed of being a Princess who was cherished by her family and royal subjects. I wake up a struggling peasant living in the girls dormitory of Carvalle University. I also woke up upon the ringing of the school bell. "Class dismissed." Each and every girl rushed to the door, screaming, "Hurry or we'll miss them!" I wanted to go back to sleep, but they're too noisy. Especially, when the celebrities these students admired finally passed by. "President Tori! I signed your petition! All of us did!" "We're totally rooting for you, guys!" ".... awwh, Heidi’s so handsome! You'll win the competition, I'm sure!" "What are you going to wear? A Prince outfit for sure!" Carvalle isn't just a normal Private school. You'd be surprised at how this school is constructed for all the famous and rich people to dump their bratty kids into. Celebrities are a normal presence here, even monarchs from all around the world. Literal Prince and Princesses roam these halls. However, none of those children of Pop stars and Pop stars themselves get as much attention as these two. They get too much. "OH MY GOD, THE PRESIDENT LOOKED AT ME--"  Let's pause before I get a migraine. That man over there in complete, formal uniform and genuine smile is Tori de Valle. He has been the Student Council President from his years as a freshman to current times. He's tall, has neatly shaven black hair, and his signature expensive, flawless dark skin. He's like literal chocolate; calm, smooth and composed, yet not afraid to melt at warmth. He doesn't smile often, but I hear his smiles are the most friendly and innocent. If only he'll stop being so serious. Also; rumor has it that his Father, a state representative and a Hollywood Actor, actually is deeply corrupted and was even involved in a molestation case. But of course, Tori being an angel as he is, really couldn't be like his father. "Heidi, you look extra adorable these days!" "You re-dyed your hair, it's so cool!" "I heard you got a perfect score last semester's exam--" Pause. Let us look at the 'epitome' of perfection that is Heidi Levough. Nobody in this world is perfect, but when you've got someone like this guy, it gets pretty close. Dyed blonde hair, pale white skin that somehow looks healthy and radiant. His eye color changes ever so often, but he wears blue contact lenses most of the time. He is entirely of Southeast Asian descent, born and raised in America just like his parents. His image is simply charming, prince-like, sweet, heart-clenching.... A pain in the neck. "Oh, Percy!" Despite my best efforts to hide among the crowd, Heidi still spotted me. How dare he call on me in front of his legion of fans? Now everyone is silently looking at me, judging the unworthy peasant being called by the Prince. "I'm free tomorrow so we can just have a session in the library!" He yelled out to me, probably forgetting we're in public. I, who have functioning ears, overheard some girls' giggles. "Library, which library?" "Tch, girl has Heidi all to herself..." "...wonder if they do it in the library." "...bet he pays her to be a..." I did nothing but turn around and run away, leaving that complete i***t behind. I work as Heidi’s private tutor. I have been since I enrolled here. It's the reason I am studying here. I absolutely loathe my sessions with him, honestly... he doesn't even need tutoring with his perfect scores. Consistent perfect scores.  Yet, I still can't refuse him. His family only did pay for my entire education here at Carvalle Institutes. And trust me, Carvalle's tuition is enough to bankrupt the average rich person. Carvalle is no joke; me being here is no joke; tutoring a self-proclaimed Prince of Carvalle is no joke.  I can't believe I have to do this...   at Carvalle's Library "So what do you call the view that can be attained only through sense experience, also known as the deduction method?" My blonde, rich and overly confident student in front of me with his feet up the table threw a ball pen cap at me. "Empiricism. And it's the method of induction, not deduction." This brat. I glared at him coldly, dropping the book. "You clearly don't need a tutor. Please dismiss me, almighty Heidi." "But I want one, loyal subject." This brat, really. I sighed, "I am five ranks lower than you, and you're top one. I don't see the--" "...point of this, since you clearly know everything, so just use that head of yours and stop wasting your time on me." Heidi left me speechless when he cut me off and start reciting the words that should have been said by me. "I've heard it a lot this week, so start changing the words for next session of you're truly educated," he innocently smiled. Why can't his innocent face match with his personality? So unlikable... "Heidi, please consider those repetitive words. They're true." I said to him. He leaned in, with that charming smile a lot of girls fell for. "Have you considered my repetitive words as well, Percy? They're true, too. Be mine." This strawberry blonde, smirking devil is Heidi Levough, is the rich heir of Levough Empires. That company is truly an Empire, which is why he's a Prince. They are the founders and owner of Carvalle; the school we're in, as well as the other 140 Carvalle Schools around the world. Carvalle is a big deal, since this is the school for royalty. With the tuition fee close to 200 grand per semester, this school has nothing but royalty in it regardless of intellectual capacity. The security guards are trained from SWAT teams. Whiteboards barely exist, since everything is technology based. The identification cards have real gold plating to ensure the holders are legitimate students and staff. Everyone here has the minimum daily allowance of $1k. There are five libraries, and the school clinic has professional doctors; every room is air conditioned and scented, and each teacher is either an alumni or actual scientist of every field, including native linguists. Our Physics Science teacher is from NASA. Our P.E teacher coached Olympic players; which means he's Satan in a uniform. "Hey Percy," Heidi leaned towards me, his head now halfway across the table of the grand library we're studying in. "I had the cafeteria make your favorite food. Sit with me as thanks." I scoffed, "Do you really think I'm that shallow?" "You became shallow when I let you taste the $150 steak the first time." That knowing smile of his, always so accurate. Why am I, ordinary Percy Addams, a student of this famous school that houses nothing but Princes and Princesses? It's because of this i***t in front of me. two years ago I was a waitress in my local coffee shop. This shop pays significantly well, but it's no where near well enough to get me enrolled to this one luxurious school across the street; Carvalle Institutes. Its big gate with three security guards are all I see when I look out of the window of our shop.  I see those celebrities coming out in their cars; I think about not even affording the 1 liter of gas that runs those beautiful vehicles. One can only dream. While locking up the back door, I felt a cold chill from the doorknob to my hands. It's a cold December, and it's a dangerous street this time of night. I shouldn't have been late earlier, it's the reason I had to work the extra hour to compensate for my tardiness. I suddenly dropped the keys so I cursed upon retrieving it, I cursed louder when a something came crashing out of nowhere, probably from the rooftop above. I almost screamed and got into panic mode to realize it was a person, now lying motionless on the ground, coming out of nowhere. "Oh my God, it's actually a person..." I gasped, I went over to look, wishing I'm not a crime witness. I hate being interviewed more than I hate seeing someone die. "Are you dead?" I asked the body, before shaking my head at my stupidity for asking an unconscious body. I fumbled for my phone and dialed 911. Cautiously, I flipped the body to lie on it's back so I can investigate if it was alive. "911, what's your emergency?" "Hi, there's a... a..." I stared at the face of this unconscious person. ...a handsome... prince... with his left eye bleeding viciously, probably stabbed out. I almost barfed at the bloody sight. "Th-there's a person here, unconscious! I think he's dea---" My phone was snatched away from me and thrown across the street. I have never been so scared; I jumped. This person just threw my phone across the alley! "Hey, what the hell---?! Oh my god, you're alive!" The person coughed with his cut lips, barely opening the eye that wasn't bloody and gone. I could barf at the sight, thankfully he covered it with his hand. "Here, let's get inside before I properly call an ambulance on you!" With my remaining strength, I dragged him to the door, unlocked it and helped him inside. He's heavy, but I've been carrying sacks of flour most of my life. Only for 4 seconds a day, so of course I'm suffering right now while being a good Samaritan. "I'll be right back, we'll take care of that, just breathe!" I was supposed to run for my phone but the guy had his cold hands on my wrist, pulling me back hard enough to get me to stumble to the floor with him.  "Hey... don't..." His voice sounds like his throat was also stabbed out. "What do you mean don't, you have one eye and you're bleeding a gallon!" "If you call someone, you'll regret it..." That hoarse voice with those words just sent a chill down my spine despite it being a simple threat. He's beat up, what's he gonna do? "I have to, look at you!" "I'll be fine. Just don't." He softened his grip, but even with effort I still couldn't escape. "Fine," I still want to get my phone, "I'll just fix you slightly. I have to get my phone." He released me, which surprised me because... what if I call someone? I mean, I'm not unreliable but, can he really trust a stranger? Especially if he prevents me to make a call that would save his life? I got back inside and sighed in defeat at my broken phone. The screen is broken and it's all glowing black. I should be angry at this person, and I am, but I don't know who he is or why he needed to throw my phone so badly. I may be poor, but not poorly mannered. I immediately took all the bandages we have and a basin of water. He's bleeding so badly, and I'm afraid to ask how his left eye is. I'm not squeamish, but I don't like gore. "Can you remove your hand? I'll clean it up..." I gently pulled his hand away, noticing the large, bloody gold ring as it fell limp beside his thighs. Might I add,  I don't do professional first aid, especially to a missing eye, so I just held a fiber towel gently against it in hopes of cleaning out the blood. "What happened to you? Can you tell me?" I softly asked, but was ignored. I really do need to get the ambulance on this one. This bloody eye socket is too much. "Your name... can you tell me?" I asked. Ignored once again, until I realized he was sleeping. Still breathing; surprisingly. Even with a disgusting swollen, bloody eyeless-socket, this man is beautiful. He looks to be Asian, and he has small pretty lips. He has blonde hair with brown roots, so it's clearly dyed. His nose is a prominent feature, and his facial structure is feminine. But this man is tall, I'm kneeling by his legs and they are long. I can't get over how silky but pale his skin is though, under all these blood and over those purple bruises. "Y-you know, you need a hospital..." I can't speak straight with a bloodied man in front of me. "That hurts so bad, does it?" I'm aware I'm talking alone; but I truly do care for this guy's health. That's an eye he lost but he doesn't want to go to the hospital? Still, I did my best to clean him up. "You know, I was hit by a stone in the eye. I cried for a whole day. So, I know that hurts..." I muttered to him, even though I know he's not listening, nor does he care about what I have to say. "I... actually can't afford to go to the hospital, so I had endure it for a week." I slightly smiled at the painful memory, before imagining myself in this situation. I'm aware it's no where near painful as his incident. Who did this to you? When I went down to clean his neck, I gasped in utter shock. Under his coat was a Carvalle uniform. The familiar, maroon blazer with gold lining--probably real gold given that this is the most expensive uniform in the world costing 10k dollars a set. "You're.... a Carvalle student...?" Now aware that this young man is a Prince, I became a thousand times more nervous with cleaning his wounds and bandaging him up. "Now I know I'm gonna get in trouble... you're a Carvalle student!" I muttered, scolding an unconscious person. I have to finish this; I have to get home, feed my dog, and not get caught by my boss. But this is a celebrity I'm dealing with! Though I don't know who he is; with this face he has to have followers. After 30 minutes I successfully have hidden his bloodshot eye. These rolls of bandages will be paid by my pay roll. First my phone, then I had to overtime, now my pay will be deducted. Still, I had to finish what I got myself into. I gently shook him awake. "Hey, is there somewhere you can go to? I kind of have to go home..." He didn't wake up. I leaned closer and tapped his cheek, nothing again. I wiggled my finger against his neck to tickle him, nothing. I lightly slapped him against the cheek. "Hey Carvalle kid, wake up--oh!" I was startled when his right hand held my own and pressed them against his cheek, the other one pulling my neck closer so we touched foreheads. He opened his eyes, cold and weak, and I've never felt so uncomfortably stricken by damaged beauty in all my life. What is this. "You... are you gonna tell anyone...?" His voice was hoarse; as if deprived of water for a year. It held no threat, yet somehow he gave me that effect. I almost saw him as pitiful, if not for... everything else. Why does he scare me so much? Is it the uniform? His voice? His stare? Maybe, it's the distance. He looks so innocent, yet his eyes right now are deadly. The distance between us and the distance of the emotions scare me. "D-do you want me to tell anyone?" I kept glancing at my hand that's held against his cheek, all warm and up there against its will. "If you do..." I felt his hand remove itself from my neck, and now I feel his two fingers on my temple. "...you die. Bang." I pulled myself away from him, and lo and behold, he laughed. He actually laughed. With a missing eye. He flashed that beautiful and innocent smile while being severely injured. "What is wrong with you? Just because you're a Carvalle student, doesn't mean you can threaten my life every time you talk. I just treated your eye," I say to him, standing up to look down at this rude man. "Oh... Carvalle..." He looked down at his uniform. "Yeah, I can't... actually threaten you. You can kill me right here, right now." "Why..." My voice softened up. "Why are you not dead? You lost more than a gallon of blood back there... yet you're here smiling innocently and speaking." "You actually want me to die?" His smirk grew. "No, I'm just wondering... Just leave it, okay? Tell me where to take you... wait no, I only have enough money for one cab ride... but, you have to go home. Or to a hospital... " "Okay Cinderella, you don't have to take me anywhere..." He grunted while shifting to sit up. "Cinderella? Excuse me?" He looked up at me, and I have to admit, he looks so cute and innocent, baby like but also grown up. He's definitely of Asian descent. He winced in pain before that smirked returned, as if he's not in pain. "You know, Cinderella because you're pretty... pretty poor and you look like you have mice as friends." "Wow, thanks for insulting me. Now I really wanted you to have died back there." I didn't mean that, but the sarcasm rolled off my tongue naturally. Yet he wasn't offended. "How much do you want, Cindy?" "Excuse me?" I see him trying to pull something out of his pocket, "My name is---" "How much, a hundred? Thousand? For you to shut up about this, I mean..." He opened up a wallet and my eyes just looked down upon a thick stash of cash in that thing. "I-I'm not telling anyone!" It'd be an issue, I'd get fired... I don't know how famous this one is yet, so I don't plan to expose myself to controversy. There was that one time someone from the shop beside us bumped into a student of Carvalle, causing her to drop an umbrella. It became an issue on social media and that employee was fired; he couldn't step within 50 meters from Carvalle. Carvalle is modern Martial Law for average people like me. His fingers stopped counting, "So you don't want the money?" My fingers twitched, my eyes stuck on those thick stack of paper. I need the money. I actually need it for rent, I need it to feed my dog and I need it to get a decent meal and support my community college. "I... well, I..." "You're poor, right? Don't you need this to like... live? It'll buy you a new cellphone. If you ask for a lot, you can buy the latest model." His eyes changed into being innocently degrading and insulting. "Aren't you poor? Don't people like you just take it and go? That's what you are after, right? You peasants just take anything. This shop is cheap so you probably aren't getting paid much. Hah, your parents must be lucky you're getting some of this... if they aren't capable to support yo..." I threw my broken phone at him, the blonde grunting from the impact of the thing onto his stomach. "People like me? You mean poor people like me who doesn't have it good like you? Peasants? How... how dare you!" I felt so insulted and degraded. I was the one standing over him, but he was the one above me and looking down on me. I know he has every right to do so; him being a Carvalle student speaks volumes in our differences. But I feel so terrible being called a money digger. "Keep it. You keep it, use it to go home and get out." I felt like crying, but I'm not going to. His words pierced right through my heart, especially at the mention of my parents. Yet, I failed. "Are you crying?" The blonde, one eyed jerk had the audacity to smile while I frantically wipe my tears. "Drop dead, Carvalle!" I croaked out before barging out of the back door and out into the cold weather. My hands immediately shivered upon exposure, because I removed my gloves to great that jerk over there. "Hey, Cinderella! Wait!" He called out, but I never looked back. I'm crying. I can feel the warm tears and it actually burns me. Firstly, I'm gonna get scolded or fired because I left a stranger in the back room and didn't lock the back door. Secondly, I now have no phone to contact anyone. Lastly, I can't believe I gave up the money for pride. He's right. I'm just a poor nobody and I do need that money. Why did I have to get hurt and run off? That was so embarrassing. I hope I never get to see him again. Knowing that I haven't seen him before, I might not ever see him again.   the day after I didn't get any ounce of sleep at all, aside from deeply spacing out. I came back to the shop at exactly 3am in the morning. The door was closed, but not locked. I checked if there are any robberies, and thanked god that there wasn't any supplies missing. I cleaned off any evidence of that Carvalle prince in the back room, not that there was any. Did last night even happen? My boss praised me for being so early this time. If only she knew. "Percy, put your head back in there! You're messing up real bad!" The Barista scolded me because I failed to write down the customer's order correctly. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," I say in a low voice. "This is coming off your pay," she says back, and I totally agree. "And put on some concealer, you look like a panda." I sighed to my self thinking, I even forgot to put on make up. "Yes ma'am." "Now go clean up table 5, and do your face before you entertain customers." As I did what I was told, cleaning this wet piece of gum that is stuck on the table, gross, suddenly everyone was being noisy. There were whispers coming from everywhere and some girls even squealed slightly, in their excitement. I wonder what the commotion was... "Oh, he's from Carvalle!" One gasped. I froze in my position at the mention of that dreadful school. I peeked over the corner of the wall and my heart went wild. Why? It's him... and everyone is talking about him. The room lit up along with his charismatic eyes. "He's from Carvalle, he's so handsome!" "... first time anyone from Carvalle came in..." "...why is his skin so perfect...?" "Ohhh, his uncle is the President of all Carvalle schools!" "....father is the CEO of the Levough Empires..." "That company...? No way! They're insanely rich...!" "... I'm seeing a Prince in person..." I blinked multiple times. I rubbed my eyes, and I pinched myself. I am in complete disbelief, I refuse to see this as reality. The young man whose eye I bandaged last night... has two eyes. No trace of injury seen. How did.... That was last night! His left eye! Swollen, bruised, nonexistent! Why does he have two blue eyes?! His eyes were brown yesterday! Could be contacts, I know... but... he's not supposed to have two eyes. "... her hair was in a bun so I can't see how long. I've been to other shops too, but they don't have a girl with this..." I snapped myself out and listened to what he's saying to our cashier. He was describing somebody. "...this is the last shop, so she has to be here..." "Oh, I wonder what he's gonna order... I'm gonna order one myself, too... " A woman from the other table whispered. I just heard it, but never paid attention to it and focused on what Carvalle Prince had to say. "Yeah, uhm... she had this kind of phone?" The Prince pulled out a broken smartphone and my heart almost stopped entirely. He's looking for me. Nope. No, I bolted into the back room and approached my manager in a panic. "Percy? What are you---?" "Cough, my asthma, cough.. ..it's also my period so it's gonna hurt and I'm gonna turn into a waterfall every time I cough... Cough, cough... I'll leave for today and make up for it on Saturday, okay?" "Uhh..." She stared at me like I'm a stranger wth serious behavioral issues. Back there, I can hear someone call out all female workers to the counter for inspection. I have to get out of here before I get put in that lineup. "I also have chicken pox..." "Ew, you nasty. Tap out and go home!" "Thanks, Allie!" I almost hugged her in appreciation but I awkwardly got rejected because of my... chicken pox. When I got home, I beat myself up for giving myself unnecessary work on a Saturday. What in hell was that? Why'd he search for me? Why'd he come in a 'cheap' coffee shop, does he not have rich-kid-things to do? Most importantly, did last night even happen? Why does he still have his left eye? Last night, that thing was nonexistent... But, last night did happen. The broken phone, him searching for me... yet why is he still picture perfect? 

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