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Touch of Flame

He is a threat to her existence. A hot-blooded dragon of Royal blood, King Malachi is taken hostage by the humans he despises so much. Deprived of his freedom, he is imprisoned in a dark cave, his rage growing with each day of torture and humiliation. The only light he sees comes in the form of a human female, offering her care. A woman who makes him burn with equal fury and desire. A woman who has no place in his heart or mind, for only one thought sustains him. Vengeance! And even if her kindness softens his heart and her touch sets his body aflame, she will not be spared his wrath. Because once he breaks the chains of slavery, he will burn down her whole world. She is the key to his freedom. The cold-hearted princess Ravina is a woman with a mission. Eradicate the dragon race from the face of earth. But when she finds out that the very creatures who killed her parents could also be the ones who kidnapped her sister, she has no choice but to change her plans. To find her sister, she must get closer to the creature she despises. But things don’t always go as planned and soon Ravina ends up finding more than she bargained for. Caught in a battle between humans and dragons, love and hatred, trust and betrayal, Ravina must make every choice with caution. And with every step she takes closer to the fiery beast, she risks melting the ice surrounding her heart and being consumed by the flames of fury and passion.

JasmineJosef · Fantasy
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334 Chs

A gift for her

"You did?" 

"Yes." He replied and Ravina studied his expression to see what he was feeling. Did it go well? 

"How was it?" she asked. 

"It went better than our first meeting." He grinned. 

She gave him a sideways look. "You are avoiding my question. Was she harsh?" 

"No. I truly believe it went well. I am not her favorite but at least she doesn't want to shoot me." 

Ravina shook her head with a smile. She knew he was joking about it to remove the tension. "I know she will come to accept you." She said. 

"How can you be so sure?" 

"We are twins." She said. "And I am usually the one more critical of men." 

"I see," he smiled. Then his expression became serious. "Even if she is as critical, I will do my best. You don't have to worry about it." 

She wasn't. She knew he would. "I know you will," she whispered. 

He looked at her for a long moment, searching her eyes. "What is it?" She asked, softly.