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The Devil's Cursed Witch

The tale of a man who brings death and a girl who denies it. ---- On the haunted mountain in the kingdom, they say there lived a witch. She was born a princess. But even before her birth, the priest declared her to be cursed and demanded her death. They poisoned the mother to kill the baby before she gave birth, but the baby was born out of the dead mother—a cursed child. Again and again, they tried to kill the baby but she miraculously survived every single attempt. Giving up, they abandoned her on the haunted mountain to die but she still survived on that barren land— A witch ‘Why won’t she die?’ Years later, the people finally had enough of the witch and decided to burn the mountain. But the Devil arrived to her rescue and took her with him from that burning place, because dying was not her destiny even then. Draven Amaris. The Black Dragon, who ruled over supernatural beings, the Devil who no one wished to cross a path with. He hated humans but this certain human girl would pull him towards her whenever she was in danger. ‘Is she really a human?’ He took the human with him and named this mysteriously tenacious girl “Ember”, a piece of glowing coal in a dying fire. A soul tainted with vengeance and the darkness of hell, would rise from the ashes and fulfil her revenge. ------ This is the second book from the series of The Devils and Witches. 1st book - Witch's daughter and the Devil's son. 3rd book- The Devil's Betrothed. All books are connected to each other but you can read them as stand-alone.

Mynovel20 · Fantasi
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It Won't Hurt This Time

Ember's soft, slender body trembled under her man, the anticipation of what's to come causing her muffled moans to turn into seductive cries of yearning. What she felt for this man was a raging fire threatening to ruin whatever was left of her rationality, and he obviously wanted her as badly as she was for him.

Maybe more.

The man's rough hand caressed one side of her face, his other hand still holding onto her small waist, his hold possessive as  his needy mouth claimed hers with raw passion, his tongue dominating her small mouth in a manner that left her breathless. She tasted sweet, sweeter than anything he had ever tasted, and it was addictive, making him grow more impatient at the thought of tasting the rest of her delightful body. His hot breath mingled with hers, making her cold skin burn with the fire ignited inside him.