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The Tyrant King's Accursed Princess

°°Mature Content°° [A razed kingdom, scorched earth – I would burn the world to ashes, invoke the tempests of war if that's what it takes to make you mine, my love] ..... She was cursed that any man who would touch her would die after she bled, and turned into a woman.Her fiancé, whom she loved with all her heart, left, shattering her soul when he learned the truth that she was not for sharing his bed. She vowed to never let any man into her heart, until he came. The arrogant, obnoxious self centered man. She doesn't want to do anything with him, yet she finds himself in the arms of him everytime, and to her surprise her curse doesn't work on him. How much she wanted to kill him with her own hands.. ..... Savage and Ruthless. If his name struck terror in the hearts of the weapons the soldiers wielded, causing them to flee in fear, his mere presence transformed battlefields into rivers of crimson. Handsome and wicked, women were drawn to him like moths to a flame, mesmerized by his dangerous allure. Yet, this tyrant was brought to his knees by a woman as fierce as she was beautiful. And he would not stop at nothing to acquire her heart. Alas, he found it was not easy, for her hatred for men had encased her heart in ice. Can this ice-cold tyrant ignite her frozen heart once more? .... "Wider," He commanded. How much wider does he want? Without complaining, she stretched her mouth beyond, torturing her jaw. "Not enough! Wider." "How much wider must I open for such a small fruit?" She scowled at him. "I have already stretched my mouth wider enough to accommodate an oversized banana." She wondered if he was aiming the fruit into her mouth or secretly studying her teeth arrangement. "The wider your mouth," His lips lazily drawled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "The better the chance of accommodating right on the target where your taste buds are yearning, my dear." ...... Cover picture rights to the owner.  

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Painters to madness

"Mithiyana?" Neyath exclaimed. "They are our enemies, brother." If only Nadine hadn't been a year older than Tarken, Neyath wouldn't have had to search for a bride.

"Neyath, have you ever seen such an exquisite beauty within the Kingdoms of Vrinastha? The entire country would seethe with jealousy if Tarken were to claim her." Achar continued. "And if the King decides to return their sister, there should be no obstacle to bestowing their princess upon us. Yet, if they persist in their stubbornness, we shall seize her ourselves and bring her by force."

Neyath's eyes lit up with concurrence. Her brother had hit the nail on the head. The queens and aristocratic ladies, especially Rihritha, would be consumed by a seething jealousy. She would have a stunning daughter-in-law, which her sons would not have. 

Neyath shifted her gaze toward the guard. "Take the painting and place it in Tarken's chamber." Her son was in for an unexpected surprise today.