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Touch of Flame

He is a threat to her existence. A hot-blooded dragon of Royal blood, King Malachi is taken hostage by the humans he despises so much. Deprived of his freedom, he is imprisoned in a dark cave, his rage growing with each day of torture and humiliation. The only light he sees comes in the form of a human female, offering her care. A woman who makes him burn with equal fury and desire. A woman who has no place in his heart or mind, for only one thought sustains him. Vengeance! And even if her kindness softens his heart and her touch sets his body aflame, she will not be spared his wrath. Because once he breaks the chains of slavery, he will burn down her whole world. She is the key to his freedom. The cold-hearted princess Ravina is a woman with a mission. Eradicate the dragon race from the face of earth. But when she finds out that the very creatures who killed her parents could also be the ones who kidnapped her sister, she has no choice but to change her plans. To find her sister, she must get closer to the creature she despises. But things don’t always go as planned and soon Ravina ends up finding more than she bargained for. Caught in a battle between humans and dragons, love and hatred, trust and betrayal, Ravina must make every choice with caution. And with every step she takes closer to the fiery beast, she risks melting the ice surrounding her heart and being consumed by the flames of fury and passion.

JasmineJosef · Fantasie
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Candlelight Confession

Darcy stood near the large windows of the dining room, watching the raindrops as they raced down the glass panes. The sound of the rainfall outside was soothing, creating a sense of calm in the otherwise silent room. She had been waiting for Ephraim for some time now, and he was late for their dinner together. It wasn't like him to be tardy, and Darcy couldn't help but wonder what could have delayed him.

The fire flickered in the fireplace, casting warm, golden light across the room. Darcy traced the patterns in the wooden floor with her foot, growing more anxious as the minutes ticked by. 

Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her waist from behind, pulling her gently against a warm, solid chest. A soft kiss was pressed to the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Darcy leaned into the embrace, recognizing Ephraim's familiar scent and touch.

"You're late," she murmured, trying to mask her relief with a hint of playfulness.