His Majesty's Devious Sins
[Mature Content.] "Past, present, and future, I will always want you." _______ Adeline had a plan to obtain her freedom: Step one: kill the King. Step two: run away and live happily ever after. Did that happen? No. Adeline's plan was rudely interrupted by a mysterious, yet handsome stranger who stole her weapon at midnight. Elias Luxton was a heartless King notorious for his merciless antics. He was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Adeline Rose was a dethroned Princess with a dark past. After her parents' murder and an super stealing her throne, she flees to the Empire of Wraith and unexpectedly meets Elias. Elias claimed he knew her. But she didn't remember him. And Adeline wants nothing to do with him. The problem? Adeline was supposed to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of this shameless King? Or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone? _______ [WARNING: THERE'S MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY] Excerpt: "Now, take it off." She blinked up at him, astonished by his words. "What?" she whispered, wondering if her ears had betrayed her. "My shirt," he mused, his burning gaze landing upon her. "But why?" she asked. "So the next time I wear it, I have flashbacks of ravishing you." _______ Editors: okatuvslife & Skale93 This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else.
A Command
"Well?" Weston finally said after a moment of silence. He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward, an expected look on his face.
A single order was all he needed. It took four words and one command for Weston to move.
'Bring her to me,' was all that Weston needed to hear. He could have Lydia Claymore brought here, kicking and screaming. Though, he was certain Duke Claymore would be heavily disappointed.
In terms of wealth and status, the Fitzcharles was technically below the Claymores. But the Fitzcharles name has been around for centuries, for they were one of the founding families of Pure-Breds. It was a name as old as time, much like the Luxtons.
"I'll speak to Grandmother," Elias responded in a bored, aloof voice.
Weston blinked. These weren't the four words he expected.
"Shouldn't we bring Lydia Claymore back to the castle?" Weston asked. "So that she can properly confirm that Matriarch Dorothy was the old woman that Lydia saw."