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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

Who are you?

Gavin's cries echoed, slashing through the air and sinking hooks of dread into Naimishi. Blood seeped from his knees, painting a grim picture that had Naimishi and Finn quivering like leaves. 

Her gaze landed on Gavin, his severed legs sprawled on the floor grotesquely. His blood-soaked balls told a brutal story of his pain. There was no sight of his manhood. God knows where it flew when he sliced it. To witness one's own body part torn away was a nightmare.

Naimishi stared at Dusen, yet his face remained blank, void of any emotion. No fear, no regret. The realization hit her hard—she had never pictured Dusen as such a heartless monster. Even in her worst thoughts, she hadn't imagined this level of cruelty.