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The Duke's Secret Sin

“I think I'd miss you even if we’d never met,” Azrael whispered as his fingers trailed the side of her face, leaving an alluring warmth. Anna’s throat became dry, “We shouldn’t have met then―” “No,” he said, “Even if it means losing everything, I would rather have you.” They were destined to fall from the start. A forsaken bond. A hopeless cause. And yet, in that stolen moment, Anna didn’t care anymore, neither did he. * * * Anna is a human in a world where her kind is treated like dust, while Azrael is the demon duke infamous for his ruthlessness and bewitching looks. On a fateful night, her life gets entangled with him. Azrael takes her as his fiance, however, theirs is a relationship formed over a contract; a marriage of convenience. In a land where the hatred between humans and demons runs deeper than blood, she can not let her guard down. Anna harbors no feelings for the handsome duke, nor for his kind. Though that doesn’t stop her heart from stuttering whenever he’s near, nor the ghost of a familiar fear to surge at the sound of his voice. But he’s always near. Telling her what to do. Making her feel warmer, hotter than he should. * * * To yearn for someone who is forbidden to you is a terrifying feeling. To burn from desire and never speak of it, to have a secret that is horrible to almost everyone, to hide something that could ruin everything. This is a story carved in hidden desires, inked in blood, and sealed with a fatal sin. Will Anna make it out alive? Or will her heart lead to her downfall?

Alancaster · Fantaisie
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40 Chs

The Haze of Fall

Her memories have always been hazy about the past. She remembered some things, but not clearly enough. It was better that way, her mother would tell Anna how certain things were meant to be forgotten.

But even when her mind had buried many memories, even when she couldn’t remember how ‘he’ looked or sounded…she remembered the glimpses of their times together, many years ago.

About the person who changed her world forever.

A cold autumn breeze was rustling the ancient willow leaves on the night when she first met him. He appeared when she wandered a little too close to the boundary, the spellbound ring which her father repeated many times not to cross.

She recognized him right away.

Though the boy seemed as young as her, around eleven years old, Anna knew he was different. He was a demon, the one her elders had asked her to be wary about, for those who fell prey to their kind had never been known to return.