The Devil's Cursed Witch
The tale of a man who brings death and a girl who denies it. ---- On the haunted mountain in the kingdom, they say there lived a witch. She was born a princess. But even before her birth, the priest declared her to be cursed and demanded her death. They poisoned the mother to kill the baby before she gave birth, but the baby was born out of the dead mother—a cursed child. Again and again, they tried to kill the baby but she miraculously survived every single attempt. Giving up, they abandoned her on the haunted mountain to die but she still survived on that barren land— A witch ‘Why won’t she die?’ Years later, the people finally had enough of the witch and decided to burn the mountain. But the Devil arrived to her rescue and took her with him from that burning place, because dying was not her destiny even then. Draven Amaris. The Black Dragon, who ruled over supernatural beings, the Devil who no one wished to cross a path with. He hated humans but this certain human girl would pull him towards her whenever she was in danger. ‘Is she really a human?’ He took the human with him and named this mysteriously tenacious girl “Ember”, a piece of glowing coal in a dying fire. A soul tainted with vengeance and the darkness of hell, would rise from the ashes and fulfil her revenge. ------ This is the second book from the series of The Devils and Witches. 1st book - Witch's daughter and the Devil's son. 3rd book- The Devil's Betrothed. All books are connected to each other but you can read them as stand-alone.
I Am Not Interested In Your Body
Under the soft light from the sun orbs, he could see clearly where she was hurt. Her small face had new scratches deep enough to bleed, while the dirty skin on her hands was torn in various parts, probably from trying to grab at the sharp rocks and branches before he caught her body.
Probably because her body rolled down the cliff, her long dress was torn at various places, making the good part of her skin visible, something that a decent lady would not want others to see.
The dress was torn at the seam line where the sleeve is connected to the armhole, slipping down to show her entire slender neck, bony collarbone, her entire right shoulder and top part of the right side of her chest, barely covering the delicate mound underneath. It was a pitiful appearance, since she was so thin, she was almost skin and bones.