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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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136 Chs

Nothing Evil About You

"Are you sure you can stay here with me? You know you don't really have to. I can explain to Engel—"

"I'm fine, Ma... Nevaeh." Simon told her, abruptly stopping himself from making a mistake by addressing her as madam. He had promised her he'd address her by her name.

Simon's lips twitched at the pleased smile that crept over her face.

He was certain it had nothing to do with the fact he was staying with her but rather with addressing her by her name.

Nevaeh smilingly nodded. She poured some juice into one of the glasses a servant had brought and walked over to him. He was seated on a couch adjacent to the desk she had been sitting at.

"Here," She handed it to him.

"Thank you." He politely replied.

Nevaeh's eyes shifted to his back, and her countenance changed. "Araminta hasn't broken off the spell, has she?" She questioned, and Simon shook his head.