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Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

macy_mori · Fantasía
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Be My Bride

"Soulmates? If you are trying to humor me, I suggest you try harder because I don't find it funny."

Simon laughed. He pointed his forefinger at Lauren while laughing. "Your feisty attitude really amuses me. I wasn't trying to humor you, though. Watching people acting proud and trying to resist their oppressors even when they know they don't have the upper hand—that is my kind of humor, Lauren."

"What exactly do you need from me? I know you lured me here for a purpose, and I'd rather you tell me what you want right now than prolong this boring and worthless chitchat."

Simon's fingers stopped tapping the armrest of his chair. "Of course, I have a purpose for bringing you here. But why are you so impatient anyway? It is our chance to have a heart-to-heart talk for the first time and you are so eager to leave? For what?" He smirked cruelly. "So you can go back to your bastard of a husband?"