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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it? *** Note - This novel contains mature content. - Cover isn't mine. Full credit to the artist. Should they require that I take it down, I will. __ Want to give me more inspiration? Weekly Goals. 15 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 200 power stones - 1 bonus chapter. ((Please help me meet them, thank you!)) Please check out my other books. 1. Stealing The Alphas' Soul (In a competition, please support). 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness 3. Dangerously Yours Till Eternity. Also, please check out "MOANSTERS // Reverse Harem" if you are interested in Reverse Harem stories. Thank you!

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Chapter 38 - Someone On Fire!

Tears were rushing down her eyes now.

From pain and from what was to befall her if he succeeded. She was terrified of what he would do to her considering what she did to him the last time.

Just when he was about three steps away from her, he fell to his kneels, his hands on the floor to support him, groans of pain escaping from his lips as he gritted, "TAKE. IT. OFF."

"No!" She yelled so loudly that it snapped her awake.

Beads of sweat all over her forehead.

Her chest raising and falling, her breaths ragged and fast.

Her hands curled around the necklace again, like as if it was her salvation. She blinked, taking in her surrounding and assuring herself that she was once again safe.

When she laid back this time around, she didn't go back to sleep.

But her mind was burdened with thoughts

What if he came back?

Would she be able to escape him as she had done this time?

How long could she keep up with this?