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Kitanna

(*NO RAPE*) Kitanna stood still, not worried about the new person; she was worried about herself. The royal guard was shirtless and standing so close to her, with his body pinning hers. She was still trying to get her thoughts straight when she found herself being dragged onto the bed, with the guard on top of her. She raised her hands to push him, but he was faster. He caught both of her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head, using his other free hand to cover her mouth. Kitanna felt blood rush to her cheeks, and the next words she heard sent her world spinning in 3D. "Now, moan, princess..." Those words brushed against her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to stand. ......... Set in historical times, in the ancient kingdom of Morado. A young princess, Kitanna, enjoys life to the fullest, living every day like the princess she is. But after an incident, she is left to only trust herself and her instincts in the palace, which was filled with betrayals and corruption. A guard, who was trained to protect the crown, lived his life peacefully, killing when he was ordered to but never speaking to people around him until he crossed paths with the sassy and clumsy princess. Then everything changed. If you enjoy dark humors, royal romance and betrayals. Then this book is for you.

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STANDING TALL

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: EYE OF THE TIGER ~ SURVIVOR]

Axilla, after spending a great time with Lady Hash, finally allowed the woman to rest. It was already mid-afternoon; she had lost track of time yet she still couldn't get enough. After helping the woman tuck properly in bed, she left to find Kayla. Cortez had left very early in the morning and he was not yet back; she was worried he was still mad at her for the way she reacted the other night.

"But Lady Hash said he won't be angry." She bit her lower lip gently, searching for Kayla all around the place. When she didn't see her, Axilla decided to stay in the flower garden all by herself.

"Cortez really loves flowers; I wish to know about them just like him." She muttered to herself, touching each flower gently, avoiding to rip them out. She paused in her movement when she remembered the figure she had seen earlier.