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.
The Usurpur
Adeline was distracted by Elias's touch when in the corner of her eyes, something shifted. He reacted much faster than her, instantly turning around.
"Quinston," Elias said in a clipped voice but amicable smile. His smile never reached his eyes, not unless he wanted it to.
"Your Majesty," Quinston said whilst bowing his head. Everyone had departed from the meeting room, except for the twins.
"Speak. What do you want? The discussion has ended, surely you're not here to humor me?" Elias mused whilst leaning one hand on the table, creating a visible boundary line.
"Your Majesty, I'd like to request to have a word with Princess Adeline if I may—"
"You may not."
Quinston blinked. He had never been shot down like this. His years in the military had sharpened his presence, large and powerful. He was built like an aging soldier, with softening muscles and limp skin.
"It concerns Princess Adeline's bloodline and her parents."