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bocil ff

Autor: Yog_ygy
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Leia o romance bocil ff escrito pelo autor Yog_ygy publicado no WebNovel. ...

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“A Devil’s Abode,” that’s how any sailor will reply if anyone in the continent questioned them about the island. Some will recount how their ships almost succumbed to the treacherous waves near the island; some will speak in volumes about their narrow escape from a thousand headed beast and some others will send shudder through the listener with tales of blood-curdling screams they heard from the island. Even though most of these tales seems to exaggerate the events and heroism of the narrator, there is no shortage for listeners. The island is a curious mystery for anyone who has heard of it, and what kinds of stories should one expect from a place named ‘Devil’s eye’? Yet the residents of ‘Shell’ Village, the only village on the island, would laugh at these tales. Amidst the protection of the witches, the villagers have only one word for describing their home; peaceful. In a sense it’s very true, the most dangerous thing the village faced in the recent centuries is a rogue wild beast that slipped the scrutiny of the witches, yet even that was dealt swiftly. Since most villagers pride themselves on earning their livelihood through farming or hunting, petty crimes are rare. ‘Shell’ truly is a village content with how their lives are. It must be this sense of security that turned the horrors of past into myths and fairy tales. To the young generation of Shell, tales of Urkeries were nothing but myths, bedtime stories for naughty children, a deterrent for the youth, a campfire story for some old bones who ‘miraculously’ survived after stumbling upon an Urkery. Nevertheless it was a story just like the myths of crimson ghost. But unlike the legends of the nine divine beasts, the myths of urkeries and the crimson ghosts are special to the villagers; they solely belong to them, to the island, nobody in the continent has ever heard of these creatures. So, where does these myths originate? The least popular answer, blames everything on the grandmothers who don’t want children’s near the ‘notorious’ yellow mist forest. However, the village’s conspiracy theorists have two more explanations. The first one gives all the credit to the village Chiefs, who use this fear to control the villagers for generations. But this theory got mediocre acceptance, primarily because it didn’t make sense, and mainly because of the third theory is much more enticing– the witches. Rumor has it that, before her unexplained disappearance, the first witch gifted a treasure to the witches. It’s this treasure that is responsible for their long life and youthful appearance. Naturally, the witches concocted stories to hide the treasure from the villagers. Many brave souls made their journey into the mist, seeking this mysterious fortune, never to return, adding more mystery to the myth. Along with these speculations and centuries of peace guaranteed by the protection of witches, the villagers were so relaxed, unlike the beast infected continent; they have nothing to fear on the island. However, everything fell apart one evening, it started with the screams of a farm boy at the border of the village. Then screams spread the entire village, along with many winged creatures. They dyed the sky and soil red. To the survivors Urkeries were no longer a myth but a nightmare that will make their spine shiver. They yearned to escape the island forever, but what had protected them until now becomes their cage - the coven. The coven and its witches were adamant in containing both the monsters and the villagers on the island. They would have been successful in this endeavour if not for the one witch that escaped the island, along with her six-month-old nephew. From that day forth, both the coven and the Urkeries are after them, in a relentless pursuit to bring them back to the island.

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The Prince's Mischievous Bride

Crown Prince Aiden Jonas William Agilofings "AJ”, is not interested in love or marriage. A confirmed bachelor, AJ will not fall in love. Not even for inheriting the throne to his beloved Leland. But his grandfather is as stubborn as him, so a marriage will be on the cards. A contracted one. And when a perfect candidate falls into his lap, quite literally… what is he to do? Amelia Brighton was born a princess but a twist of fate now relegated her to the role of a commoner instead of ruling her nation-Valleys. But destiny cannot be changed. Amelia Brighton is now ready to ascend a different throne. As the beloved bride of Crown Prince AJ, much to the consternation of her own birth family and the ministers of Leland, she will rule by his side. A fairy-tale come true, the nation revels in their love story. But enemies lurk in the shadow, ready to expose everything that AJ and Amy hide. So, as they fight the unknown enemies, will they fall in love or end up hating each other? Excerpt: AJ looked into the green eyes of the woman, no, the young girl who had come out of nowhere and was now sitting on his thighs like they were her personal couch. She was stunning. He was no stranger to beautiful women but this girl was too beautiful. The only make-up he could see was on her full lips were covered with a bit of gloss. Her dark hair framed her face while her shoulders were left bare enticingly. To him, she seemed like an innocent little fairy who had wandered into the mortal realm albeit a bit drunk. And there was a certain familiarity to her looks that he could not place. Without much thought, he simply placed a hand on her small waist to support her as she swayed a little. Her warm breath blew over his shoulder while her voice enthralled him, as she whispered near his ear, "Take me from here, please." "Umm, excuse me, miss...It is not good to just come and sit on someone..." “Why not? This is so very comfortable." Saying this she leaned closer to AJ. Unexpectedly AJ stood up, holding the beauty in his arms and spoke," We need to leave now..." The woman smiled up at AJ as if she had met her prince charming or even her knight in shining armour, but the onlookers knew that she had thrown herself at a wolf... The poor drunk lamb was going to die soon. Cover does not belong to me. Credit to the rightful owner

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