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.
No Going Back
"Listen to me," Elias patiently said, his face grim and his smile a grimace. He grabbed both of her hands, since she refused to let him hug her. He brought one to his lips, kissing each of her lovely fingernails. It wouldn't be long before he would never be able to do this again.
"Your hands are shaking," Adeline said in a low voice. She had never seen him like this before.
"What's wrong?" she asked, suddenly softening her tone so that she didn't sound so angered.
Elias could not say it. He had just accepted the baby yesterday and now, fate was playing a horrible game on him. First, there were two flowers for the prophecy, and now, there was another one. He gritted his teeth.
Was that why Dorothy pushed the Golden Rose, Lydia Claymore, onto him so strongly? Did she know? Would the Golden Rose have survived the pregnancy?