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Kitanna

(*NO RAPE*) Kitanna stood still, not worried about the new person; she was worried about herself. The royal guard was shirtless and standing so close to her, with his body pinning hers. She was still trying to get her thoughts straight when she found herself being dragged onto the bed, with the guard on top of her. She raised her hands to push him, but he was faster. He caught both of her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head, using his other free hand to cover her mouth. Kitanna felt blood rush to her cheeks, and the next words she heard sent her world spinning in 3D. "Now, moan, princess..." Those words brushed against her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to stand. ......... Set in historical times, in the ancient kingdom of Morado. A young princess, Kitanna, enjoys life to the fullest, living every day like the princess she is. But after an incident, she is left to only trust herself and her instincts in the palace, which was filled with betrayals and corruption. A guard, who was trained to protect the crown, lived his life peacefully, killing when he was ordered to but never speaking to people around him until he crossed paths with the sassy and clumsy princess. Then everything changed. If you enjoy dark humors, royal romance and betrayals. Then this book is for you.

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BAD BLOOD BETWEEN SISTERS

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: TEDDY BEAR ~ MELANIE MARTINEZ]

Almaria sat in front of Supreme King Venantius. Deonisia had just told her the story of how everything had started, and Almaria felt betrayed, realizing she had been a pawn in the chessboard, while she saw herself as the queen. Now uncertain of what she was fighting for, she faced the Supreme King, whose aura made her uncomfortable, especially as she no longer knew her purpose.

"Supreme king, have you done your research and found out that we speak the truth?" Deonisia smiled, sitting with her legs crossed.

King Venantius, holding a goblet of red grape wine, twirled it, his eyes fixed on Almaria. He pushed the wine to his lips, taking a sip and licking the contents that almost spilled off his lips.