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The Villain's Dead Wife

As a kid, Grandma's stories were all about a lovesick maid and a prince, thwarted by a villain who never quit. But here I am, waking up in a princess gown that weighs a ton, with flaming red hair and eyes like bling-bling. Seriously, universe? Turns out, I'm Meredia Seraphine Valtoria, the forgettable princess of Dukedom Saltorra. The punchline? I'm already dead in this story, a ghostly cameo before it even starts! Thanks, fate. But no more Miss Nice Princess. Royalty? Nah. Impending doom? Not my scene. With the finesse of a startled squirrel, I'm hightailing it-from that pesky villain and this ridiculous plotline.

Flower_Ashesh · Fantaisie
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Between Desires and Duty

Kairan's Pov

I sat in the bathtub, my bulge pulsing painfully as images of Sia's seducing face flashed in my mind. Her voice, filled withh desire, echoed in my ears, taunting me. It was as if she were right there in front of me, her lips parted, eyes dark with longing.

I'd erased her memory, but I couldn't erase her from my mind. The thought of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine, the heart of her breath- it all clung to me, searing into my thoughts, making it impossible to think of anything else. My eyes drifted down to my erection, stiff and unyielding, the pain sharp and insistent. I facepalmed in frustration, my teeth gritting against the ache. "Argh," I growled, throwing my hand into the water in frustration, sending ripples crashing against the tub's edge.