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The Last Demon King Alive

Warning: Mature Content! ***For he, the ruler of demons, was her sweetest sin.*** In a kingdom shrouded in mysterious deaths, Arabella, a courageous slave Princess finds herself entangled in a treacherous web of power and secrets. Gifted to a feared and enigmatic king, whose true nature is whispered only in fearful rumors, she faces a daunting challenge: to not only conquer her opponents but also unravel the mysteries that lies beneath the surface. As she battles her adversaries, Arabella discovers that her fight for the throne is only the beginning. Haunted by the unknown, she must confront the shadows that lurk within the kingdom's darkest corners. Is the king truly a devil, a troll, or a beast as the tales suggest? Or is there more to him than meets the eye? In this gripping tale of forbidden love, high-stakes battles, and supernatural mysteries, Arabella must embrace her strength, defy the odds, and confront the terrifying unknown to secure her place as both queen and savior. Will she unravel the truth behind the rumors and unearth the secrets that hold the kingdom captive? Or will the shadows consume her, leaving the kingdom forever trapped in its dark and deadly past? ****Excerpt**** As their eyes locked across the dimly lit room, a simmering tension hung in the air. She could feel the heat emanating from his body as he stepped closer, his voice low and husky. "Once we're married," he whispered, his words dripping with promise, "I'll explore every inch of your body, unleash desires you've never known." His gaze traced the outline of her curves, causing her breath to hitch. Despite the arranged marriage, a forbidden excitement coursed through her veins. In that fleeting moment, their eyes spoke volumes, setting ablaze a flame of anticipation that would ignite their future union.

Ella_Dominic23 · Fantasie
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The Tea Party.

Grandmother's tea party was not a casual party. The guests were prominent women from Arendia. Each of them boasted about their husbands and children. I wondered if that was the reason why they were here.

"My son will be the next governor of Akkad," one of the women who sat beside me said. She giggled and the rest rolled their eyes. They were jealous of each other.

"I heard that the queen mother will find a match for another son, soon," the youngest among them smiled. She continued to play with the edge of her dress. I knew at once that she was single.

"Are you not married?" I asked.

"No, I'm not," she answered with a dull face. Her facial expression changed immediately and I wondered if it was the wrong thing to ask.

"Her name is Davina. This will be her fourth marriage," Margaret whispered. My jaw dropped. She was such a beautiful young woman. Who told her that her life depended on that?