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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

Culprit

"What are you thinking about?'' Esme waved her hand in front of the man who was lost in his thoughts, ''Is it still hurting?'' his injuries were so deep that she could not help but worry if it had caused some permanent damage. 

''Very much,'' Aleister winced. 

Esme's heart ached, ''I will help you with everything. Just focus on recovering.''

"Everything?'' he glanced at her with a pitiful expression on his face. 

Esme nodded again, ''But you need to tell me about what happened yesterday.'' 

Aleister glanced at the glass of water on the bedside table, ''I am thirsty.'' 

Esme pushed herself to her feet and picked up the glass of water from the table before extending her hand towards him, ''Here.'' 

He showed no sign of moving his hands. He puckered up his lips instead. 

The corner of her lips twitched. Esme pointed her finger at herself, quietly raising a brow.