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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
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370 Chs

To hell

Mature Content 18+

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Cardan sucked Luciana's neck, burying his face in her blonde tresses as he breathed deeply, ''You have been avoiding me.'' 

''You deserve that,'' Luciana bit her lips to hold back the moan that was lingering near the back of her throat, her heart thudding faster as the man kept tightening his grip around her.

With the way Cardan was holding her, Luciana could feel something strange bubbling inside her heart. He was making her feel as if he had been thinking of her. The slight shakiness in his voice made her feel like he was afraid she would keep avoiding him. 

''Do I?" Cardan pulled back to look at her, eyes filled with indignance. 

Luciana nodded. 

''I deserve your dagger against my neck, Lucy. I do not deserve not having you in my arms,'' his voice was soft, almost like a whisper.