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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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155 Chs

36. Recuperating.

So Zeus is the law. 

That is..... not what she expected. He is the one that came up with such ridiculous things as laws? Only him can do something outrageous as that! 

But thinking about it, that made it all the more easier for her. She could try convincing him to correct, or at least to make it more lenient. 

She had no idea how to do that, but she'll try.

"Tch..." She snapped her attention from the TV she wasn't paying attention to and glanced to the side.

"You saying something, Drey."

"It's Greg," he scrowled. Did she really forgotten his name? "What do you intend to do with them." He pointed at the group of maids lined up by the door. There was a total number of twelve of them standing straight, heads down with their hands clasp behind them.