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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
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370 Chs

Defying

"...Anyone who passed by that place heard sounds in the air and echoes in the water. The piece of land that fell from heaven later came to be known as the Whispering Mist River, the land of boundless treasures and abundance.'' 

By the time Elder Hall stopped speaking, Esme was still glancing at Rezeph, waiting for him to say something or to look into her eyes and notice her concerns but he treated her like air. 

She pulled her hand out of Aleister's grip and stood up, ''Father, what is this about?" The uneasiness in her heart was intensifying every moment the man did not meet her gaze and answer her questions. 

Rezeph gazed at Esme, seemingly unmoved by her concerns, ''I do not know what you are talking about.'' 

Esme's fingers trembled. Just as she was about to curl them into a tight fist, a warm palm enveloped her hand.

Esme glanced at Aleister who shielded her from behind, his palm gently lingering above hers.