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Married to the Demon Prince

Who knew that a tiny cut to the finger would hook her to the dark lord? * Hell broke loose when the bloodthirsty demon prince and conquerer of the underworld was bonded to a brainless underling by a ring. For generations his ancestors ruled the world with the powerful ring. One day, it vanished from the surface of earth and their power slowly diminished. After searching for it for so long to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, it finally appeared... bonded to a human girl.... and being the direct decendant of the great king and the righful owner of the ring, it enslaved him. ******* Frustrated, Que felt like screaming and punching him, but sadly she couldn't do either. Wiggling her butt, she slid down from his midriff when his hand left her butt briefly only to land back sharply with a smack. Silence. Silence More silence. "Did...did you just spank me?" "Stay still." "That gave you no right to hit me!" "I'll do it again." "Get your paws off me!" "You are the one straddling me." "It was an accident! What were you trying to do?" "That's what they all say." "You... unbelievable!" With a swift motion, he shifted until she was underneath him, his weight crushing her. "Silence I said..." He growled into her ears a large paw covering her mouth. With his free hand he switched off the light. ******* As a famous doom bringer, Que was avoided by everyone. If her childhood sweetheart could abandon her, who wouldn't? Something definitely smells fishy when she got a marriage proposal out of the blue right after her engagement was called off. What's more, its to be signed in three days! . ***** Hi... Yours Truly here, Cover not mine,credit goes to the owner.

Blooming_Safflower · Fantaisie
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33. Making Friends

Never in my life had I thought that one day I'd be handicapped. Even if it's just for a few days. Granted, no one in their right state of mind would start imagining that out of the blue.

It's very...Depressing.

Que was sitting on a bench in the gym looking at her hands, she felt bitter creeping into her heart. Her hands have been battered and bruised from training but Jay hadn't even spared her a glance. She left the room when the session was over without another word. She is a good supervisor.

Que winched, closing her eyes when Hanna dabbed a cotton to disinfect the cuts on her knuckles. Both her hands were red and swollen with several tiny cuts littered all over. The girl ignored her and carried on cleaning the wound. She followed by wrapping the hands in guaze tightly which only made the pain worse.