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The Crown's Entrapment

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] “I'm sure you’ll find my arms more comfortable than anything else in this world...” King Darius Grant - the mighty ruler of the Kingdom of Cordon. He was ruthless and impetuous against his enemies. His mere presence screamed with rugged authority; his aura alone was more than enough for some of his enemies to admit defeat and run away at just the sight of him. But despite all of this, he was powerless and shameless over one woman… his mate - the Princess of Ebodia whom he refused to let go. Find out how things would turn out for our possessive King who's dead set on using the Crown's Entrapment to make his mate his by any means necessary. Will he be able to succeed and conquer her all - body, heart, and soul? * Note: Volume 1 & 2: Main Story Status: Completed (Chapters 1 to 555) Volume 3: Side Story Status: Completed (Chapters 556 to 641) "I can only declare myself a winner once I manage to conquer your heart..." Volume 4: Side Story Status: Completed (Chapters 642 to 701) "Love was never in my vocabulary when it comes to women until you came..." Volume 5: Status: Completed (Chapters 702 to 805) “I choose you… you who greedily occupies all the space in my heart…” Special Chapters onwards - completed **** PS: Commissioned Book Cover owned by the Author! Do not use it!

Eustoma_Reyna · Fantasia
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813 Chs

A Sickening Scream (2)

With a click of her tongue, Clara held her ground as her opponent launched herself at her once more. Tensing her muscles, she kept her eyes peeled for wherever the woman's blade might come from. With her lack of a proper weapon, she would have to improvise her defensive strategy.

In a blink of an eye, Clara held her breath as her opponent bore her blade at her. Seeing the speed of the woman, she knew that there was no way that she'd be able to block what was coming.

Quickly jumping away, Clara wasn't even on even footing yet when the woman rapidly approached her once more. It was clear that she was on the backfoot, with her opponent pressing her advantage as she kept on waving her sword around with the obvious intent to kill.

[What're you doing?!] Sheba barked at her. [Fight back!]

[Any suggestions then?!] Clara bit back, her attention still firmly on trying to dodge her opponent's strikes. [I can exactly deflect still with flesh!]