webnovel

Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · Fantasía
Sin suficientes valoraciones
370 Chs

Scared of me?

After they left, Esme quickened her footsteps, intending to avoid the stare fixated on her. 

In a few quick strides, Aleister caught up to her. 

Esme quickened her pace but he seemed to have no trouble keeping up. 

Contrary to his effortless strides, she probably looked like a duck dawdling and running in a gown.

In the end, she stopped in her tracks and glanced at him, ''What do you want?" 

''That's what I wanted to ask you,'' a devilish smile made its way to his face as he glanced at her. 

The people who were passing by in the hallway slowed down to look at them. 

Esme grabbed his hand and pulled him to a secluded corner with her without a second thought, ''There is nothing that I want. And even if I want something, I don't want anything from you.'' 

''I meant...'' he drawled, ''Whether you want tea or wine,'' his gaze trailed to her delicate hand which was tightly gripping his wrist.