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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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Not a Coincidence

Standing by the castle's tower, Alec looked over the vast lands of Evardin. After his talk with Lauren last night, he figured out that if she wanted to leave the castle, he would certainly follow her wherever she went. It was the first time in his life that he felt the urge to cling onto something so bad, without a second thought, and without thinking what it would cost him. 

He wasn't sure when he fell for her. If it was the first time he noticed her on the balcony of her room that night, if it was during those occasions he watched her in the crowd, if it was that rainy night when she came to his doorstep, or it if was during those moments she was staring at him with her deep blue eyes which never failed to haunt the deepest desires of his dead soul.