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Trapped in the hands of a devil

"Why did you poison my drink?" He asked, his dark red eyes glaring down at her. Her eyes widened, her face paling at the accusation. "I... I didn't..." She stammered, shaking her head in denial. "it's not poison!" It couldn't have been. "Very well then." He grinned, his unusually long canines coming into view. "Drink up." There, she knew she'd gotten herself into trouble. . . . It was supposed to be an easy task but when the devilish Devon Dwayne accused her of spiking his drink, Leticia Andros found herself thrust into a completely different world at the mercy of a man she barely knew. And he had no intention of letting her go. He planned on tearing her apart, bit by bit but the more he tried, the harder he failed, making him realise she's a lot more than she looked. Perhaps she could be used to his advantage. But the longer Leticia stayed there, the more dangers lurked around her yet she must confront her emotions and fight her growing affection towards Devon. Will Leticia break free from his clutches and find a way to take control of her own destiny? Or will she give in to the threats that looms over her? . . " Call me a devil or whatever you wish to. But then know this. Once you're in, there is no way out. You are trapped in the hands of this devil. YOU ARE MINE". ***Didn't intend on making this book a slow burn but then here we are. But trust me when I say you're gonna enjoy every minute of it.***

Bleeding_Ink · Fantasie
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'Slip'

The deep, resonant voice echoed through the opulent golden throne room, causing the very air to vibrate with authority. "It's been a while, Astrum." The room, with its glittering golden chandeliers, plush golden carpets, and silk-white curtains, seemed to shimmer in response, radiating an aura of serenity and power. This was the palace of Elyria, the seat of the mighty King Theoros, who ruled over the gods, goddesses, guardians, and titans with wisdom and strength.

Devon's voice was laced with respect as he replied, "The pleasure is all mine, Uncle." With a graceful bow, he acknowledged the king's supremacy, his companions, Luis and Cecil, following suit with even deeper bows. King Theoros sat upon his throne, exuding an aura of majesty, his presence commanding reverence. He was the one being Devon willingly bowed to.