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Her Fated Tyrant

Della Mabel died tragically after being called cursed and transmigrated into Theodore Castillo body, whose death was really mysterious. The real Theodore was more mysterious then she could ever imagine since for others the real Theodore (Theo) was mentally ill. Soon after transmigrating she got tangled with a really cold blooded Prince in an accident. He now doesn't want to leave her and what more, he want to own her?? ... Slowly she lifted up her eyes and from leg to head stared at every thing and gulped. Jasper was standing in front of her while drying his hair which gave him a more sexy look on his totally naked body. Not even a towel was blocking Theo eyes from reaching Jasper's abdomen and she again gulped and silently turned around to leave. Her heart beating faster and nervousness was written all over on her sweaty face. Jasper grabbed her collar and pulled her back, "Where do you think you are going after having such a nice look at my breathtaking body". Her throat was dry because of the nervousness and she gulped twice and thrice but didn't turned toward him since she could feel his naked body which was touching her back as he kept her from leaving the room. "Breathtaking body? Hahaha.." forcefully she smiled. Her body leaning on his and he left her collar and grabbed around her waist, "Are you insulting this prince charming sexy body? Why don't you turn around and have a talk with me in that way you will be able to know how good my body is". It was as if her body left the strength and breath become quicker, "Won't it be good if you wore some clothes before having a talk with me. Don't worry, I won't run away!". He chuckled and his warm breath tickled her nape, bringing his face closer to her nape he took a deep breath as if sniffing her, "Run away? Even if you escape to another world, I will still get you back". She pushed him and looked in his eyes forcefully even though her eyes were dying to avert the direction, "Well, it was my fault that I came from window without telling you". "There is no need for a sorry, if I want to get even with you, I will just put off your clothes until I see you naked and get my revenge," he replied.    

Ananya_Mk · Fantasie
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My father's killer?

Both the high priest and his son wearing a neat white dress covering their whole body like a Cassock coming down to their feet. While the head priest looked old, his son was young and his age was somewhere near Jasper's age.

They practice religion and bless the king and the public. No one can become a King without the blessing of the high priest and this was the rule of the Valmanchal country coming down from the ancestral period.

They can marry and be like ordinary people but most of their times goes on working in the church and doing public welfares like teaching the orphans.

The high priest son was quite confused since he doesn't know why his father was suddenly talking about someone's daughter when he should be worried about the earthquake happening in a certain distance.

"It's her daughter! The Priestess daughter!" high priest kneeled down in front of the goddess.