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Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Waking up to find a naked man sleeping beside her is a common thing. Life is an adventure, as well as an area for fun, so she will make the most effort in it. But what would happen if a morning she found Duke Kleochard, the most ruthless duke who liked to execute people, sleeping beside her? “Holy crab, did I just spend the first night with Duke Kleo?” she, Lyra, said nervous and scared. “Didn't he just execute a maid of his palace for accidentally touching his body in a fall? Then what will he do to me if he wakes up and finds me sleeping beside him? No! I have to run!” But before her feet could reach on the floor, a hand grabbed her slender arm, followed by a heavy, pagan alto. "Where are you going, Miss?" It's Duke Kleo. “You have to take responsibility after taking my first night.” "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, My Lord!" she pleaded. "I still want to live." "I will not kill you as long as you want to be my wife. But if you refuse it then you must die." "No!" Shook her head quickly. “I cannot be your wife, My Lord. I don't want to get married. I beg for your forgiveness.” "Then do you want to die?" he asked, giving her a cold, hideous look. This is a story about a girl who loves having one night with many men, with a man who doesn't even have a single woman in his life. How will their story end? ***

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A Savior

Meaningful scenes, as well as serenity that seems foreign.  Breaths colliding with each other, as if channeling various perceptions and empathy, about the past that is almost the same but not the same.  They didn't blink for a long time, as if in awe of each other's appearance, or perhaps of each other's life stories.

  "Then?"  Baron Jason's voice sounded very low as if he was almost choking.  His chest shook violently with the sadness that had hit him.  His dead father.  "What were you doing then?  I'm sure you're jealous of the other kids, who can get the love of their parents and can get things easily without having to work hard."

  As if he was saying that to himself.  It was as if he was looking in the mirror and seeing his reflection.  Is he jealous of other people?  Of course, he did, of course, he was jealous.  Especially when other people can get a confession easily, without having to brag and twist the facts.