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CURSED ROMANCE

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.

Moon_light16 · แฟนตาซี
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Gamble Of Knowledge

Hellbent on obtaining the secret she had all these years held with herself, Servyn didn't intend on letting her go.

He clasped rigidly on her neck, restricting her breath and constricting her muscles. Her veins were evident, outlining her neck and even her face had turned red.

She was clogging yet still, she didn't want to concede to him.

Suzanne toiled to breathe under his ruthless ministrations. Her gaze still locked on his angry ones.

That glint in her eyes still exposed her obstinacy, she was not ready to give in just yet.

"I'm asking you for the last time, Suzanne,"

She heard him bawled. He had never uttered her name with much hatred and contempt before no matter how angry she had made him.

The severity of this matter was more important than any other. 

It's his mother they're talking about here.

"Do you know my mother?!" Every slow drag of his words resonated with a sharp bitterness.