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Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

macy_mori · Fantasy
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259 Chs

A Dead Woman's Face

Luke found this particular maid somewhat familiar. He couldn't recall the incident of meeting her, but her face…the shape, the auburn hair, the sharp facial features, he didn't know why he felt like he had met her before.

Luke found this odd. It was only his second time coming to Evardin, and the first time was many years ago. He was around sixteen years old, he guessed, when he accompanied his father to a royal banquet here.

"I don't think that is possible, Your Highness," Noelle replied after a moment of pondering what to say.

It couldn't be possible. Before Annie, her older sister, died a year ago, she told Noelle that they had only lived in Aviore since they were born. She was a mere commoner, so how could she meet a royal, especially from a faraway land?

"You must have mistaken me for someone else," Noelle added.

'But she looks really familiar. I don't know why. I guess she resembles someone I've met before.'