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Everlastingly Loving You

“No matter where I am, even when there’s nothing left on this Earth, I’ll love you, everlastingly.” ___ She was a duchess of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world, aka Sophia Windsor; he, a prince from a kingdom just as powerful and influential, the infamous Nicholas Ambrose. She, aromantic. He, cold and bitter. He wanted to marry for his kingdom’s sake, whilst she had no intentions of marrying or falling in love, having seen how love destroyed the people she loved and cared about. And yet, they crossed paths. So when the two meet under such circumstances, will their love be restored? Would their spark overcome any decision of theirs they had made in the past? ____ [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] It was merely a few seconds later before Nicholas had kissed her, lips slamming against each other as Sophia deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, only making the kiss all the more passionate as the room’s temperature became scorching hot. Nicholas wrapped his muscular arm around Sophia’s waist, only successfully managing to weaken Sophia’s knees, ridding her of any other thoughts except how much she desired him at that very moment, how much she wanted him, just him. The next things that were said and done seemed a huge blur as the next thing she remembered seemed to be the unbuckling of his belt, and the unbuttoning of his shirt; the unzipping of her gown - not that it was of value to either of them when they tore their clothes apart in a mad rush. ____ Update Schedule: 1-3 Chapters/Daily Instagram: EmmelineRouge Discord: EmmelineRouge#9995 Behold, the first of my works, the whirlwind romance novel, also known as Everlastingly Loving You. Hope you all enjoy! xoxo, EmmelineRouge P.S. The cover of this novel isn’t mine. P.S.S. This book is on hiatus, check out 'Her Devilish Alpha' which is my current project!

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The Aftermath of One Drunk Clarisse

Curious as to what Sophia meant, he decided to visit Oliver's quarters - see what he was up to. 

"Eugh," Oliver tried not to gag, wiping a certain substance off his shirt. 

Nicholas entered his quarters without bothering to knock.

He winced once he entered, "What's that smell?"

Oliver turned around. 

"That, dear brother, is the smell of vomit," he said, his teeth gritted. 

He felt like puking himself. The smell was terrid.

"Sophia took the easy way out," he grumbled, "She didn't even give any warnings."

Nicholas pinched his nose. 

"Just change your shirt," he advised.

"You smell horrid," he said in utter disgust. 

"I know that, brother," Oliver said in return. 

Nicholas blinked, "Hold on, if you're here, who's with Clarisse?"

Oliver answered, "Sophia's brother." 

"What was his name? Oh right, Louis."

"Ah."

Oliver took off his tie and rolled up his sleeves.