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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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Moth and flame

Luciana felt like she was in a dream. She was not used to such a gentle Cardan. She was so unfamiliar with this side of him.

The Cardan who was so forward with his thoughts and feelings towards her made her feel like she was the liar here for suppressing whatever she felt. 

But what if he used her again? What if all of this was just another lie? Could she trust this man? 

She opened her mouth, ''I…''

''What is this?" Cardan frowned and removed her hand from his face, his gaze darkened when he saw the blood trailing down her elbow.

Luciana's eyes widened when she followed his gaze. She snatched her hand back, ''It's nothing…''

Cardan flipped her around. His jaw ticked as he ripped off her dress without another thought.

''Cardan!" Luciana hurriedly covered her breasts as the dress fell. She had not been wearing many layers because of the wounds.