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#R18
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#FATEDLOVE
#ROYALFAMILY
#FIRSTLOVE
#FORBIDDENLOVE

CURSED ROMANCE

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.

Moon_light16 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
170 Chs
#R18
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#FATEDLOVE
#ROYALFAMILY
#FIRSTLOVE
#FORBIDDENLOVE

Nightmare

Servyn, who has been feeling sensitive lately, picked up on her soft whimpers. He arose from bed taking hushed steps towards where she laid on the furnished sofa. His eyes squinted thoughtfully.

Upon drawing closer to her, the little burnt out candle which had its last fire blustering with the cool wind, shone on her face.

She was crying? Servyn frowned. Dried tears streamlined the skin down to her chin with fresh ones trailing after.

"Hermione? Hermione?" Servyn bent low, whispering her name calmly trying to wake her up. But instead her incoherent and jumbled words increased.

"Help, help!" She kept chanting while sobbing greatly. 

"Hermione." With a pat on her shoulder which was lifted by her side, he called out to her but she didn't respond.

Servyn sighed in confusion. He didn't know what was happening. Was she dreaming? What dream could it be that she refused to wake up? Or could it be that she was unable to wake up?