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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it? *** Note - This novel contains mature content. - Cover isn't mine. Full credit to the artist. Should they require that I take it down, I will. __ Want to give me more inspiration? Weekly Goals. 15 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 200 power stones - 1 bonus chapter. ((Please help me meet them, thank you!)) Please check out my other books. 1. Stealing The Alphas' Soul (In a competition, please support). 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness 3. Dangerously Yours Till Eternity. Also, please check out "MOANSTERS // Reverse Harem" if you are interested in Reverse Harem stories. Thank you!

Phinix · Fantasy
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508 Chs

Chapter 91 - A Dance With The Fakes

Trigger warning - Physical violence.

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Belladonna slipped into the room and ducked behind the nearest shelf.

Regret had never filled her heart so much but now, she could even taste the bitterness at the back of her throat.

The floor was cold against her butt, and even colder against the exposed part of it, the wood of the shelf she was hiding behind, digging lightly into her back that was mostly bare.

Now that she was thinking about it, the Bride Thief could see her, which means he was seeing her in this scantily dressed version of herself.

If she wasn't in a life threatening situation, she would have cared.

Her chest was raising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, then a thought of something being behind her, crossed her mind.

What if it was something worse.

Like a wild animal, a mad beast or something?

She looked forward, finally observing her surroundings for the first time.