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Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

macy_mori · ファンタジー
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The Castle is Under Attack!

Stepping out of the portal, Alec and Lauren arrived in front of Islandale's church. Islandale was the farthest village from the capital with a small population of residents.

As they materialized, Lauren's eyes were immediately drawn to a touching scene. A young nun stood at the church's entrance, engaged in a heartfelt conversation with three wide-eyed children. The simplicity of the moment contrasted with the turmoil beyond.

The nun's gaze lifted as Alec and Lauren approached, her curiosity piqued. Her inquisitive expression softened to awe as she caught sight of the royal crest gracing Alec's attire, a symbol of their monarchy. Recalling the vivid portrait of the king that had circulated through the village during his ascension months ago, a wave of realization washed over her. This couple, standing before her, were none other than the revered king and queen.