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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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Teach me how to pee

Bluebell couldn't shake off thinking how Hiraan had become aware of this exactly at this moment. He hadn't complained while they were in the carriage, returning to the palace.

A fiery urge bubbled within Hiraan, tempting him to give a punch to Bluebell. But alas, he held back, knowing that any impulsive strike would rebound onto his own precious body. He loved his body. With his fists clenched and steam practically whistling from his ears, he stomped over to her. Yet, it felt like he was turning all that fury right back at his own face. He equally loved his face as well.

If he and Bluebell hadn't fought like warriors in Naimishi's room, and if their blood hadn't mingled up, he would be having a blast, romancing with the palace ladies. This wedding is a disaster in his life.