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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

KAIMA-RIYA PORT

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: MY SEA ~ IU]

Axilla finally calmed down after threatening to rip Kayla's hair off. She couldn't believe she had said she was an escort loudly to Cortez.

There was no need; he would never fall for a girl like her who always embarrassed herself, and it was all because of the girl sitting beside her. Axilla turned to glare at Kayla once more, who moved to the corner like a scared puppy.

"Axilla, I'm sure he wanted to stay in that carriage with you too. That woman forced herself; they always do, all of them." Kayla attempted to pacify her friend.

Axilla didn't reply; her mind went back to the woman she saw inside the carriage. She screamed elegance and beauty; her dressing was quite different, but it still looked good, and it was exactly like that of the young master. Thicker clothes, boots, and pants – Axilla looked at her own dressing, if it wasn't a soiree she was attending. She sighed.