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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it? *** Note - This novel contains mature content. - Cover isn't mine. Full credit to the artist. Should they require that I take it down, I will. __ Want to give me more inspiration? Weekly Goals. 30 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 300 power stones - 1 bonus chapter. ((Please help me meet them, thank you!)) Please check out my other books. 1. Stealing The Alphas' Soul (In a competition, please support). 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness 3. Dangerously Yours Till Eternity. Also, please check out "MOANSTERS // Reverse Harem" if you are interested in Reverse Harem stories. Thank you!

Phinix · Fantasie
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Chapter 33 - The Beast of her Dreams

Once again, she was in her dream, by the Beach, the usual place.

She felt a hand over her stomach, her gown and the leather glove he had on, the only obstruction for his touch.

She gulped, fighting that farmilar warm feeling that was already strangely taking over her.

This time around she wasn't here for pleasure. She had questions and she needed answers. If she wasn't given, then she had it in mind to take it.

"You are always leaving hurriedly from me. Do I not please you?" he asked, referring to all the moments she had disappeared on him.

"You do. You are my dream, pleasing me is what you do." She said more to herself than to him.

He hummed, pushing her hair up so that he trailed kisses to the back of her neck.

She shivered, from his touch, his kisses, his everything.

He dangled a blindfold in front of her.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.