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.
His Trap
Adeline could not look away from him. His eyes were narrowed, sharp, cold, and livid. There was no warmth, no humor, no amusement. He was truly furious. One wrong word could tip him off. For once, she felt like an enemy, a horrible person. But he was the one who had pulled up her dress without warnings. Why did he do that?
"Tell me," he growled in a deep voice.
The hair on her nape and arms stood up, as goosebumps speckled through her skin. A shiver shot down her spine. She had never heard him address her like this, in a venomous voice that made her tremble.
"T-the t-the—"
"Breathe."
Adeline's breath was caught in her throat. How could she dare to breathe in a situation like this? He had a murderous glint on his refined features. He was devastatingly beautiful.
"M-M—"
"Breathe." This time, it was an undefiant command. He was not going to take a no for an answer.