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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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I Hate To Confess

With hitched breath and rapid pounding of her heart, Rosalie blinked, trying to steal back her sanity, trying to yank back her senses from the hell they were knowingly falling into.

She closed her eyes, hauled in a lot of air. Just what did he want her to say so he could pull away from her. His closeness has begun making her thoughts go south and she was not liking it one bit.

"I'm quite uncomfortable, My Lord." Finally, through the embarrassment, she fessed up.

Cesarean did nothing but looked calmly at. Again she was avoiding his eyes by staring down at her feet. His hand pressed strongly on the stem of the tree.

"I won't leave until you've forgiven me for my behavior." He told her in a raspy whisper that did funny things to her insides. And he knew very well what he was doing to her.

"My Lord, There is nothing to forgive, I—" Before she could complete her statement, Cesarean placed his fingers on her soft lips, instantly shutting her up.