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The Dragon King's Pet

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

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Fathered By A Noble Man

Azrael, Sevastian, and the bailiff stood in grim silence, staring at the lifeless bodies of Amara and her daughter. The only sounds were the anguished cries of the woman's sister and mother, sitting beside the corpses.

Without a word, they excused themselves and made their way back to the mansion, not far from the morgue. Their path led them to the bailiff's office, situated by the entrance of the building.

"Fuck!!" Azrael cursed, running his fingers through his hair before punching the wall beside him. The force cracked the walls, causing vibrations and shattering the windows in the room. He pulled away, covering his face with his hands, his anger palpable—no, he was fucking furious.

"Did they find out who did it?" Sevastian asked the bailiff.

"Unfortunately, no, but a few passersby mentioned seeing three men who didn't look like they were from around town. They were dressed in all black," the bailiff replied.