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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
370 Chs

Avoiding me?

The next day. 

''When are you coming back?" Duke Maverick questioned Aleister as they walked out of the castle followed by their entourage. 

Aleister halted in his tracks, his gaze roaming across the crowd to find Esme standing at a distance, talking to Luciana, ''Whenever she wants to.'' 

Duke Maverick followed his gaze, ''This little girl's identity is no longer the same as it used to be,'' he sighed, ''Nor is yours. But nothing changes the fact that I am your uncle. If Esme refuses to visit this old man, would you not come to find me as well?" 

Aleister's lips twitched. 

Duke Maverick chuckled and patted Aleister's shoulder, ''My good nephew, I have faith in the both of you. I believe you would not abandon me.'' 

Aleister fell speechless for a moment.

It seemed like his uncle was in high spirits and after befriending Rezeph. The man had adapted some of his new friend's crafty mannerisms.