His Majesty's Devious Sins
[Mature Content.] "Past, present, and future, I will always want you." _______ Adeline had a plan to obtain her freedom: Step one: kill the King. Step two: run away and live happily ever after. Did that happen? No. Adeline's plan was rudely interrupted by a mysterious, yet handsome stranger who stole her weapon at midnight. Elias Luxton was a heartless King notorious for his merciless antics. He was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Adeline Rose was a dethroned Princess with a dark past. After her parents' murder and an super stealing her throne, she flees to the Empire of Wraith and unexpectedly meets Elias. Elias claimed he knew her. But she didn't remember him. And Adeline wants nothing to do with him. The problem? Adeline was supposed to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of this shameless King? Or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone? _______ [WARNING: THERE'S MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY] Excerpt: "Now, take it off." She blinked up at him, astonished by his words. "What?" she whispered, wondering if her ears had betrayed her. "My shirt," he mused, his burning gaze landing upon her. "But why?" she asked. "So the next time I wear it, I have flashbacks of ravishing you." _______ Editors: okatuvslife & Skale93 This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else.
A Hypocrite
Because he wanted her to run, Adeline didn't. Because he wanted to see her throw a tantrum like a child, Adeline didn't. Instead, she jerked her chin away from him and walked up the staircase without making a sound. She ignored how easily he slammed the metal door open with one hand, when it took her entire body to push it with it creaking.
She ignored the sound of his footsteps following after her quiet ones. She ascended the staircase, feeling his breathing down her back. She walked all the way to the floor where their bedroom was. Past the bodyguards, past the darkness, she found herself standing at their bedroom.
She could practically see his smirk in the darkness. He was most likely gloating now. Gloating at the fact that she was walking to his bedroom on her own accord—as if growing familiar with the action. It was muscle memory now, to stop at his doorway, and walk through.
"Go in. What are you waiting for?" Elias mused from behind her.