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The Duke's Unavoidable Attraction

My wife is different from others. She is a lovely explorer of the world and all the delicacies on it. However, she always comes back to my arms after hunting. She can’t resist licking her cherry plump lips when she notices me, and I can’t resist the desire to have her for my own. “Stop it, shameless Duke!” “Why?” “Stop it, you are not allowed to kiss me.” “I am the only one allowed to…” “Then you will have to pay.” “My wealth, my power, my body, my heart, take them all.” Lucia Reid was cursed, but the curse was not that she had to drink blood to survive or hide from the sun to not be weakened, even the changing of her appearance every night. She was cursed to live again the same life as in the past, to meet him again, and to fall in love with him for a second time even though he didn't love her. Her curse was him. WARNING: EDITING IN PROGRESS **** Hello dear readers, I hope you are having a great time with my novel, if you like this one I hope you can also take a glimpse at my other novels. -The ML and His Villianess -The Queen Wicked Deeds -The Magician Queen Thanks a lot for your support! :) Photo by Enrique Meseguer from Pixaby

YawningBrain · Fantasy
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Expel

Again the emptiness invaded my heart and my mind. What I feared the most about the curse was the loneliness it carried around, the emptiness of it.

What if at the end of everything I got trapped? What if the one that is inside, hidden in my mind, takes over control of my body and my thoughts?

What if everything disappears?

I was afraid of that, however, I also knew that the part that embraced the curse inside me, that terrifying person was more powerful than me. Maybe because it gained the powers of the shadow that my soul can create, maybe because it can control it, that part of me can control it and can be strong enough to fight face to face the Beast.

Then… should I let it out? Maybe.

"Lucia…" again the words of a distant memory echoed in the empty space.

"Lucia…" I am afraid of answering that voice. I don't want him to see me in this awful state. This me with these terrified eyes and pulsing anxiety. I am ashamed.