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ARIANNA’S CHOICE: Crowns Or Fangs

Cold, charming, rich, and mysterious, Marcus Jackson is the guy every parent would want their daughters to get married to. Unfortunately for them, he has no interest in these women. His focus is on his family business and keeping his family secret safe from the world. According to their family tradition, he cannot marry or fall in love with any woman except for one person: his mate. When he finally finds her, he knows he's done for. She is gentle and kind, too delicate for his dark and beastly world. He knows he shouldn’t go near her lest he taint her with his darkness but he can't and won't keep himself away. She is his and he is too selfish to let her go. Every monster has their weakness. She is his. *** Handsome and kind, Crown Prince Williams of Arislan was the pride of his kingdom. He is loved by all. Ironically, he doesn't believe in love. Not until he meets her. She is a dream come true for him, and a way to escape the impending doom of an engagement his father set him in. When the opportunity to make her his comes, he grabs it and decides to change their fate... before it's too late. > >>>> Sweet, shy, and plain Arianna Blue Adolphus is a romantic who is waiting for her Prince Charming who will sweep her off her feet. But instead of one prince charming, she is instead entangled in a messy love triangle. She never thought her fate would be tied with two handsome men who will do everything for her. Everything changes when she finds out who she is and how much danger she is— to the world and to them. How will they overcome the trails ahead of them? Or are they never fated to be together?

Success_Moses_9345 · Fantasia
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Kill Me, Master!

Three days.

It took the hooded figure three days to finally figure out where the damn elixir took him to. He wandered around the forest searching for a way out, but he couldn't, but on the third day it was his master who appeared to save him.

"Number one!!" He halted in his steps when he heard the voice. He knew who that voice belonged to and even if he was dreaming he would still know who it belonged to.

Slowly but surely, he turned and gasped when he saw his master standing beside him. Anger was purely written in his eyes as he looked at him with disdain.

"M…master!" He gulped down nothing, he was afraid and since his master was the one who found him then that meant he failed the mission.

"Ma…master, why are you here?" He asked again. But his master didn't utter any words, his eyes were just looking at him.