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#REVENGE
#POSSESSIVE
#DRAMATIC
#KILLER
#ROYALFAMILY
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS

Kitanna

(*NO RAPE*) Kitanna stood still, not worried about the new person; she was worried about herself. The royal guard was shirtless and standing so close to her, with his body pinning hers. She was still trying to get her thoughts straight when she found herself being dragged onto the bed, with the guard on top of her. She raised her hands to push him, but he was faster. He caught both of her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head, using his other free hand to cover her mouth. Kitanna felt blood rush to her cheeks, and the next words she heard sent her world spinning in 3D. "Now, moan, princess..." Those words brushed against her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to stand. ......... Set in historical times, in the ancient kingdom of Morado. A young princess, Kitanna, enjoys life to the fullest, living every day like the princess she is. But after an incident, she is left to only trust herself and her instincts in the palace, which was filled with betrayals and corruption. A guard, who was trained to protect the crown, lived his life peacefully, killing when he was ordered to but never speaking to people around him until he crossed paths with the sassy and clumsy princess. Then everything changed. If you enjoy dark humors, royal romance and betrayals. Then this book is for you.

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#R18
#COMEDY
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#POSSESSIVE
#DRAMATIC
#KILLER
#ROYALFAMILY
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS

CHECKMATE

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: BUTTERFLY~ (G)I-DLE]

Few hours before the fireworks.....

Cortez leaned on a carriage, taking a drag from his cigar. The weather was cold, yet the girl was running around at the shore, laughing like the whole world and their problems did not bother her. Cortez had his eyes glued to Axilla, who was trying to throw sand on her friend.

His eyes had always been on Axilla, watching all her actions. Who she met with, who she greeted, and even who she stared at. And it was during this time he noticed how her eyes were always on him. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he puffed the smoke in the air, enjoying the innocence and warmth the girl brought to people around her effortlessly.

"You always have your eyes on her, like a mother hen." Cortez's solitude was disrupted by an annoying voice which he was familiar with and, at the same time, disgusted by.