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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · Fantasia
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370 Chs

Are you really Esme?

A cold gust of breeze swept past Esme and her body trembled. 

She curled up in her sleeping position as she hugged her body. 

''Cough.. Cough…'' 

When the sound of persistent coughing lingered in her vicinity, Esme spoke up without opening her eyes, ''If you are unwell, you don't have to force yourself to come here to serve me. Go back to your chambers and take a rest,'' she said, believing the coughing sounds to be originating from one of her maids. 

Esme turned to the other side and continued sleeping peacefully until some time later when she heard a groan from behind. 

''Why do you sound so masculine today?" Esne slowly opened her eyes only to be greeted by a vast stretch of darkness. 

She remained frozen for a moment before she ran her hand on the surface she was lying on. It was not the usual comfort of her soft bed or silken sheets, she could feel the hard rocks and ground beneath her soft palm.