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Burgundy Nights

[MAJOR EDITING UNDERWAY—CHAPTERS ARE REPLACED AND JUMBLED] Sorine belongs to Eric. Eric belongs to Sorine. But do they really belong with each other? Among the walls of the castle of Newarfa is a whispered distaste for Sorine as she is the lover of the Crown Prince of the Royal Family of Newar. But the Crown Prince is to be bound to someone else. She becomes the other woman with just the slur of a word, the flick of a finger and she begins to wonder of the indispensability of her own relationship. What was she? What was she meant to be? Just a maid caught in a castle or more. That's when he comes in. Prince Demian Lemarke. The Prince who is allegedly cursed, devilish power swelling under him, around his veins. He has big plans and he would allow her even more. She would be Queen, she wouldn't be tied to the name of anyone else. She would own herself. She would be Sorine, not the lover of the Crown Prince, not his pet but herself. She would own herself. Sorine gets caught up in the tangle of a Royal Mess, unable to choose between her old trusty love with Eric who is now appearing hopeless, and Prince Demian who had saved her life‌ while planning to kill the very king who had threatened her life to usurp the throne. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Who are you?" The dark burgundy eyes glinted under the cover of the shadow cast by the yellow lamp and the eyes flicker like another flame along the darkness. This man just witnessed an intimate exchange between a maid and the Crown Prince. The man steps out of the darkness and she gasped quietly. It was no normal man but the younger son of the King, and brother to her lover— Prince Demian. Better known as the Demon Prince for his tumultuous temper among the golden walls of the castle. "Don't mind me, darling" He ran a rugged hand through his hair, casting light along the black markings of wings— angel wings, that ran along his left side. His eyes glinted when he continued, "I am just a good ol' voyeur spying on my brother's sins." ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Disclaimer: Cover is taken from Pinterest. No copyright infringement intended. WARNING: •DEPICTIONS OF WAR AND GORE, DARK ROMANCE AND LOVE TRIANGLE. •WORK HAS MATURE CONTENT

awkwardfina · Fantasy
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137 Chs
#R18
#VILLAIN
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#ABANDONED
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#FORBIDDENLOVE
#SERIOUS

Chapter 126

Demian stared up at the woman beside him. Sorine has been quietly munching away her bread as her eyes stare off at the distance. He was, for once, being considerate. It seems that he has been considerate for the sake of her one too many times ever since he met her. He simply didn't know why. Maybe it was the certain blank look that grew on her face when she was met with something she wasn't familiar with. Maybe it was the sheepish look darted across to him, or to anyone that she relied upon at the moment. But he hated it too. He hated the guts of this naive woman, the nerve of her to be so oblivious all the while striking the protective side of him. The nerve of her to be this naive but he also knew that it was not exactly her fault. She was locked up, well she did chose to be locked up. Demian sighed with controlled frustration, closing his eyes. The conditions were so many. He couldn't decide whether this woman infuriated him or whether he found her tolerable.