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Married to the Demon Prince

Who knew that a tiny cut to the finger would hook her to the dark lord? * Hell broke loose when the bloodthirsty demon prince and conquerer of the underworld was bonded to a brainless underling by a ring. For generations his ancestors ruled the world with the powerful ring. One day, it vanished from the surface of earth and their power slowly diminished. After searching for it for so long to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, it finally appeared... bonded to a human girl.... and being the direct decendant of the great king and the righful owner of the ring, it enslaved him. ******* Frustrated, Que felt like screaming and punching him, but sadly she couldn't do either. Wiggling her butt, she slid down from his midriff when his hand left her butt briefly only to land back sharply with a smack. Silence. Silence More silence. "Did...did you just spank me?" "Stay still." "That gave you no right to hit me!" "I'll do it again." "Get your paws off me!" "You are the one straddling me." "It was an accident! What were you trying to do?" "That's what they all say." "You... unbelievable!" With a swift motion, he shifted until she was underneath him, his weight crushing her. "Silence I said..." He growled into her ears a large paw covering her mouth. With his free hand he switched off the light. ******* As a famous doom bringer, Que was avoided by everyone. If her childhood sweetheart could abandon her, who wouldn't? Something definitely smells fishy when she got a marriage proposal out of the blue right after her engagement was called off. What's more, its to be signed in three days! . ***** Hi... Yours Truly here, Cover not mine,credit goes to the owner.

Blooming_Safflower · Fantasy
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44. Reunion II

 The scorching afternoon sun of the city of Softdale mercilessly baked the pitiful human souls moving about making their daily living. Some had their hats on, others took refuge under their umbrellas, while the rest had to pray and rely on the hairs on their heads to protect their brains from boiling as they weaved their ways through the congested roads. 

Que tightly gripped the glass of lemonade in her hands to prevent her fingers from shaking. Even though she grew up in the city, she would never get use to the heat. One doesn't get use to torture, for each time the pain is antagonizing.

Her gaze wandered again to the kid at the other side of the road sitting infront of a candy shop. He was trying so hard to attract customers, shouting all kinds of catchy phrases but the had failed miserably so far.