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Kitanna

(*NO RAPE*) Kitanna stood still, not worried about the new person; she was worried about herself. The royal guard was shirtless and standing so close to her, with his body pinning hers. She was still trying to get her thoughts straight when she found herself being dragged onto the bed, with the guard on top of her. She raised her hands to push him, but he was faster. He caught both of her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head, using his other free hand to cover her mouth. Kitanna felt blood rush to her cheeks, and the next words she heard sent her world spinning in 3D. "Now, moan, princess..." Those words brushed against her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to stand. ......... Set in historical times, in the ancient kingdom of Morado. A young princess, Kitanna, enjoys life to the fullest, living every day like the princess she is. But after an incident, she is left to only trust herself and her instincts in the palace, which was filled with betrayals and corruption. A guard, who was trained to protect the crown, lived his life peacefully, killing when he was ordered to but never speaking to people around him until he crossed paths with the sassy and clumsy princess. Then everything changed. If you enjoy dark humors, royal romance and betrayals. Then this book is for you.

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THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: HAPPIER THAN EVER ~ BILLIE EILISH]

"Sit back down Almaria," Deonisia bellowed. Her cousin sister had just been acting out of character since they escape the palace. They had left the prison on a horse, riding as fast as they could because the princess was hot on their tails. Even with old age Deonisia didn't want to get caught, they finally arrived at a place they didn't know because it was still dark and they were ushered inside a small room. They had no idea who helped them escape or why but Deonisia just wanted to rest, as her whole body was aching her from the long ride. But Almaria wouldn't let her have some good rest or even sleep, she kept talking about going back to bring her son.