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The Cursed King

He has been waiting for fifteen centuries to meet his wife again. (COMPLETED) Meet Loriel Ashborn, former king of Summeria, 15-century old immortal, a doting husband, certified simp, a wife's slave. In the land where the human race lived side by side with other races like the elves, witches, and those immortal beings often calling themselves gods, lived a powerful king, Loriel Ashborn. One fatal mistake caused him to lose the woman he loved as she was sent to the future by the evil Time Master before he died. The only way to see her again is for him to take the curse of immortality, and so he did. Now, after 15 centuries, Loriel finally found her again. But she didn't remember him? Well, who cares! This time, the shameless husband would never let her go ever again. To make her remember their life together, he even faked a terminal illness with his 'dying wish' was to experience how it was like to be married. And when he *cough cough* 'miraculously' made a full recovery, he said, "Wifey, you saved my life! Now, I owe you forever. I will repay with my body." *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: In their previous life, the king felt that he was not a good husband to his wife, so this time around, he would make up to her and be the best husband she could ever hope for. You will witness a total simp, a devoted doting husband who would pamper his wife to no end and give the whole world to her. I DON'T DO SLOW BURNS. This story will have a lot of snusnu/lemon/smut and it's not advised to read if you are prudish or underage. Also, there will be magic. A lot of magic because the male lead is a 'god' and the female lead is a 'witch'.

Missrealitybites · Fantasia
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305 Chs

Saying Goodbye (1)

Loriel closed the door behind him and he stood still in front of it, as if protecting a gate from any monsters who were trying to enter.

"Give them time to be alone," he said to the nurses who looked at him in confusion.

He couldn't blame them for their reaction. They didn't know what he knew. Daniel York's condition seemed to improve after being so bad for months. So, they thought he would slowly recover.

If they knew that the man was on his last flicker, they would respectfully and willingly let Elise stay with him and say their goodbyes.

"But the patient shouldn't be drin—"

"So?" Loriel narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at the nurse impatiently. "I will take responsibility."

His charisma was so great that the nurses stepped back and didn't say anything else.

Meanwhile, in the patient's room, Daniel York and Elise sat together and talked in a low voice about trivial things. Both had a cup of tea in their hands.