The Masked prince
"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
The Increasing Obsession
Oliver looked conflicted upon hearing his mother's words.
As if he didn't know if he should listen to her or not. In the end, when Gianna asked him whether he didn't believe her, he had to say that he believed his mother unwilling to hurt her sentiments.
Hence, Gianna took her son out of the room.
When they stepped out of the room, they didn't see Arthur who had been standing there for some time before. It was only after they had left that Arthur entered the room.
In his hands, he had a handkerchief and a bowl of cold water. With these things, he sat down on Evelyn's bed and put the cold water-soaked cloth on her forehead.
As he did this, he couldn't help but stare at her pale face.
A smile graced his lips as he caressed her lips and whispered
"My Evelyn is very timid. Did this scare you so much that you are having a fever? I will have to be careful in the future then."
Though his care was heart-touching, the words and emotions in his eyes were nothing but scary.