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The Wrong Bride!

She had only returned to share in her sister's joy, but she found herself walking down the aisle in her sister's wedding dress! Her groom wasn't who she had ever imagined being married to. Mysterious, dark and cruel were how they described him, and she expected nothing more. With a promise to protect herself and her identity, she sets off to her new home, failing to list the other things she must protect. How does she protect her heart and body from a husband who was bent on senselessly seducing his wife? How does she tell her body not to feel when his hands kept crawling over her, setting her on heat, and teasing every inch of her? But the most important question remained; who was she even married to? The devil or an angel in disguise? ~~~Excerpt~~~ "Look at me," She heard his magnetic voice say, and like a hypnotised baby, her eyes slowly fluttered open to the hot and overwhelming gaze of his divinely looking eyes. "What do you want, Elleanor?" His sensuously hooded voice asked, causing ripples to blaze through her skin. Her mouth hung open as she tried to stop herself, but the more she watched him stare at her, the more something stirred inside of her, "I- I want you to touch me," She whispered. ........ With this union, she must unlearn all she ever knew and learn the mysterious things that existed in this world, but most importantly, she must learn her true purpose because no one was created without one.

Da_Rose · Fantasy
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Nevaeh wasn't sure what was happening to her, but she was restless in her unconscious state. She wasn't asleep, but it seemed like she was in a trance of some sort.

"What do you want, little witch?" His lazy yet majestic voice filled the room. His head was tilted to the side and probed up by his hand. His eyes were halfly closed as if he was too lazy to open them to look at her.

Her big round eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice, and so did her heart. "It's Haniel, my Lord." She told him. "But whatever you call me, I'll answer." He opened his eyes and she lowered hers, too shy and afraid to behold his gaze. His eyes were dull and empty, but she felt naked under his gaze. 

She slowly raised her eyes to him when she heard nothing from him. 

"What do you want, witch?" He asked again, this time, his gaze was fixed on her blushed face.

"To know you, my lord." She said.