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Touch of Flame

He is a threat to her existence. A hot-blooded dragon of Royal blood, King Malachi is taken hostage by the humans he despises so much. Deprived of his freedom, he is imprisoned in a dark cave, his rage growing with each day of torture and humiliation. The only light he sees comes in the form of a human female, offering her care. A woman who makes him burn with equal fury and desire. A woman who has no place in his heart or mind, for only one thought sustains him. Vengeance! And even if her kindness softens his heart and her touch sets his body aflame, she will not be spared his wrath. Because once he breaks the chains of slavery, he will burn down her whole world. She is the key to his freedom. The cold-hearted princess Ravina is a woman with a mission. Eradicate the dragon race from the face of earth. But when she finds out that the very creatures who killed her parents could also be the ones who kidnapped her sister, she has no choice but to change her plans. To find her sister, she must get closer to the creature she despises. But things don’t always go as planned and soon Ravina ends up finding more than she bargained for. Caught in a battle between humans and dragons, love and hatred, trust and betrayal, Ravina must make every choice with caution. And with every step she takes closer to the fiery beast, she risks melting the ice surrounding her heart and being consumed by the flames of fury and passion.

JasmineJosef · Fantasía
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The king and the crippled (part 1)

"I thought you didn't like the paleness," she said. 

"I didn't. " He said, continuing to put the paste onto her arm. He then nudged her arm aside and she felt the cool paste on the side of her waist. She was still as his fingers tickled her. 

When he was done, he closed the box. "Rest now. I will make dinner." He said standing up. 

"I just… woke up," she said already dreading not being able to do much. 

"I meant rest not sleep." 

"I can't." 

He frowned. "Why not?" 

She clenched her jaw. "It stresses me." 

"Rest stresses you?" 

"Yes." 

He watched her carefully and she avoided his gaze. "Well then…" without warning he leaned down and carried her up. 

"Oh… what are you doing?" He carried her up as if lifting a blanket from the sofa. 

"Taking you to the kitchen so you have something to do."