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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

Duke Maverick's hand

Esme glanced at the tree beside the well. She could still see the corpse lying there. Since the magistrate has sent his orders today, then she believed that this would be retrieved tomorrow morning. 

Aleister walked towards her with a lazy smile drawled on his face, ''If you are scared, you can hold me....'' He turned to look at her, ''...Wherever you like.''

Esme pursed her lips. She was not going to respond to this at all. 

Aleister raised his palm and a golden glow appeared on it, illuminating the place. He turned to look at Esme. Noticing that she did not look pale like she did in the noon, he walked towards the body lying under the tree. 

As he turned his back at her, Esme quickly touched her face. Was there something on it? She quickly cleaned her face with her palm and adjusted her hair before walking after him. 

As they stepped closer to the corpse, the air smelled rotten. ''Cough...'' Esme pressed the back of her palm on her mouth.