The Masked prince
"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
After The Doom
In the dark room, Evelyn sat in the corner. This was a very small room in the back of the house where they first used to keep two cows before. However, not long ago they sold them and hence this room was now empty.
Evelyn's eyes were red and swollen. The most visible thing was their blankness.
Now there was no brightness and liveliness in them that she had carried when she had entered this same house three years ago.
Her dress was covered with blood imprints and her shoes were still red because of the blood. There were some imprints of fingers on her cheek as if she had been beaten.
"Evelyn…"
Her body started to tremble fiercely when she heard the whisper of her name. She didn't even dare to look towards the figure in another corner. Her eyes stayed blank as she stared at her knees and her hands clutched her dress tightly.
Oliver's body which was covered with blood and stabbed wounds continued to flash in front of her eyes.