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CURSED ROMANCE

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.

Moon_light16 · Fantasía
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Let Them

Her shaky eyeballs trailed Verenita's movement as she walked away. Scared and tensed, Rosalie looked down once her figure had vanished from sight.

She didn't want to look him in the face, not to talk about his eyes.

Rosalie sighed softly, wishing her breath to sound as quietly as possible and not reveal much of the frenzy she was experiencing inside of her. Because it had come to her realization that he always manages to know when she's unsettled even without her physically exposing herself.

"My Lord, You said you need to speak to me?" She prompted, noticing, and literally feeling his constant peer raked her body. She felt it on her skin. Not just the harsh cold, his hot eyes on her as well.

"Yes." His deep voice sounded out, with a faint tinge of masculine huskiness that made her stomach tumble.

"I'm listening." She mused. Denying her emotions the permission to be revealed through her voice.