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His Majesty's Devious Sins

[Mature Content.] "Past, present, and future, I will always want you." _______ Adeline had a plan to obtain her freedom: Step one: kill the King. Step two: run away and live happily ever after. Did that happen? No. Adeline's plan was rudely interrupted by a mysterious, yet handsome stranger who stole her weapon at midnight. Elias Luxton was a heartless King notorious for his merciless antics. He was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Adeline Rose was a dethroned Princess with a dark past. After her parents' murder and an super stealing her throne, she flees to the Empire of Wraith and unexpectedly meets Elias. Elias claimed he knew her. But she didn't remember him. And Adeline wants nothing to do with him. The problem? Adeline was supposed to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of this shameless King? Or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone? _______ [WARNING: THERE'S MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY] Excerpt: "Now, take it off." She blinked up at him, astonished by his words. "What?" she whispered, wondering if her ears had betrayed her. "My shirt," he mused, his burning gaze landing upon her. "But why?" she asked. "So the next time I wear it, I have flashbacks of ravishing you." _______ Editors: okatuvslife & Skale93 This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else.

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Honeymoon

After a relaxing bath, fulfilling breakfast, and comfortable clothing, Adeline was ready to see the doctor. She wore a loose white shirt that made the stomach easy to access, and a comfortable skirt that swayed with the wind, fluttering beautifully behind her.

Sure enough, Stella hadn't lied. She found the best applicant in the pool, someone who graduated at the top of their class, was the valedictorian, scored one of the highest on the MCAT, and the achievements went on. Adeline was so dizzy when she finished hearing the long list of awards they earned.

"Let's see…" The gynecologist murmured, rubbing the cold, clear cream onto the Queen's stomach, her attention glued to the ultrasound monitor.