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.
Lydia & Weston's SS Part 9: Sunrise
Once Lydia was too exhausted to leave a finger, her body covered with marks, a slight bite mark on her shoulder, Weston finally allowed her to rest. He had drawn a bath for her, helped her clean up, and brought her to a new bedroom where the sheets were fresh. Tomorrow, he'd have their master bedroom cleaned up for her.
"Hng… where are you going?" Lydia tiredly mumbled, rolling in bed to see he was walking outside.
Weston didn't respond and returned a moment later with a glass of orange juice and a pill. He put everything on the nightstand, helped her sit up, and caressed the back of her hair.
Wherever he touched, her skin grew warm with yearning. Remembering what his fingers had done to her, Lydia suppressed a deep blush. A century of not doing anything, and he was still skillful.