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The Tyrant King's Accursed Princess

°°Mature Content°° [A razed kingdom, scorched earth – I would burn the world to ashes, invoke the tempests of war if that's what it takes to make you mine, my love] ..... She was cursed that any man who would touch her would die after she bled, and turned into a woman.Her fiancé, whom she loved with all her heart, left, shattering her soul when he learned the truth that she was not for sharing his bed. She vowed to never let any man into her heart, until he came. The arrogant, obnoxious self centered man. She doesn't want to do anything with him, yet she finds himself in the arms of him everytime, and to her surprise her curse doesn't work on him. How much she wanted to kill him with her own hands.. ..... Savage and Ruthless. If his name struck terror in the hearts of the weapons the soldiers wielded, causing them to flee in fear, his mere presence transformed battlefields into rivers of crimson. Handsome and wicked, women were drawn to him like moths to a flame, mesmerized by his dangerous allure. Yet, this tyrant was brought to his knees by a woman as fierce as she was beautiful. And he would not stop at nothing to acquire her heart. Alas, he found it was not easy, for her hatred for men had encased her heart in ice. Can this ice-cold tyrant ignite her frozen heart once more? .... "Wider," He commanded. How much wider does he want? Without complaining, she stretched her mouth beyond, torturing her jaw. "Not enough! Wider." "How much wider must I open for such a small fruit?" She scowled at him. "I have already stretched my mouth wider enough to accommodate an oversized banana." She wondered if he was aiming the fruit into her mouth or secretly studying her teeth arrangement. "The wider your mouth," His lips lazily drawled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "The better the chance of accommodating right on the target where your taste buds are yearning, my dear." ...... Cover picture rights to the owner.  

ainsley · Fantasy
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104 Chs

Dropped the belt hook

Naimishi's heart pounded wildly, refusing to fathom Dusen demanding her to apologize to this liar. The servants stared at her, hands covering their mouths, whispering about what an arrogant bitch she was. Some even accused her of lying. Alora was nowhere in the sight. Where did she go?

Her gaze locked with Dusen's, his accusatory eyes making her feel as if she was being wrong here. The least he could have done was ask her the truth before jumping to conclusions. She wasn't about to bow down and apologize for something she hadn't done.

With an unmistakable air of arrogance, Naimishi fired back, "I will never apologize for something I haven't done!" Her intense stare bore into the merchant, who gulped in fear. "This man here is lying, if you believe it or not." If murderous intentions could fucking manifest through a glare, that bastard merchant would be lying in a pool of blood right now.