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#VAMPIRE
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#SEDUCTIVE

Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

macy_mori · Fantasy
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259 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#VILLAIN
#REVENGE
#VAMPIRE
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#SEDUCTIVE

Two Unfamiliar Men

As Alec stormed out of the dimly lit dungeon cell, his heavy footsteps echoed through the narrow, stone corridor. The air was thick with the musty scent of age, and tiny motes of dust danced in the faint beams of light that filtered through the narrow slits in the walls.

Noelle, left alone in her confinement, couldn't help but let out a sigh, a whisper of despair that hung in the damp, oppressive atmosphere. The torches lining the corridor flickered ominously, casting elongated, shifting shadows that made the silence even more profound.

The events of the past hours had been nothing short of a nightmare. She had feared the king's rage, but at least he had spared her from harm this time. 

Still, his refusal to believe her, to accept the incredible resemblance between her and Evardin's late queen, left her deeply disappointed. She could hardly see her own reflection in the dimly lit cell, and she yearned to know the truth about the woman she resembled.