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HORNDRAGON: A Deadly Romance Game With The Lost Devil

"Take my hand and dance with me," Gabriella said as she watched his lips curve into a smirk as he obediently drew her closer to him. "My princess, do you know how dangerous it is to make this deal with me? Consider it as making a deal with the devil. Aren't you scared of dancing with the devil?" "It's not as dangerous as betraying the king of Horndragon. After all, devils no longer exist. I and the king of Horndragon killed them all. The devil is no longer the strongest of all." "Now you must be crazy if you don't know the devil is still the most dangerous creature in this universe. Tsk, don't be too confident, my princess, it might hurt you in the end." His hand circled firmly around her waist as they took the first step to the rhythm of the soft music. "Too confident? Seems like I'll have to admit that I'm too scared to accept the truth." The moment these words left her lips, she felt a slight tingle on her skin, his hand was tracing down from her neck to the point her breath couldn't hold it anymore. She slid away from him, took a step backwards, and turned in a quick circle before landing safely in his hands again. When she thought she had escaped the delicate fingertips tracing down to her core, which she could barely resist, his hands instantly returned to their previous position making her shiver slightly. She couldn't help but swallow hard when his voice whispered into her ears. It was a sweet whisper yet it brought all the warnings she had to inscribe in her head. "Maybe I have to remind you that dancing with the me means, you will obey every word I say." "You will make sure I wear the crown of Blackshed on my head. You will make them all bow and kiss my feet. And most of all, no man dares touch you except me, not even your husband is allowed to touch you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

PenDora56 · Fantasia
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67 Chs

A CALLING

In the banter and quest to control her mind on her moment with Darkon, Gabriella placed her hand on her beating heart where it still pounded with unrelenting memories of his touches, a touch that took her into a reverie where she began to smile recalling the taste of Darkon's lips on hers.

Even as the sky had drawn the line shading the daylight and turning it into night, she had refused to let go of the feeling, his scent still clung to her body like the warm bath in cold morning; for the brief moment in her life she felt a calmness wash over her, something that told her it was not so wrong to expose the vulnerable part that needed a comforter.

'It wouldn't hurt the most when you share your burden with a friend you trusted, you would only achieve more when you let someone into your life' The words of Priscilla played in her head and this someone that came to her mind was none other than her close friend and knight; Darkon Brutus.