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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

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An extraordinary woman

Marilyn weakly stood up from the old bed, her lips parted as she sang a song, running her finger on the edge of the dagger. 

Blood droplets landed on the ground. 

As her velvety voice reverberated in the prison cell, the guards outside fell into a state of deep slumber. 

She glanced at the full moon. 

Today, her son would be visiting her. 

Marilyn stopped singing. 

The blood droplets started sparkling as they formed a star-shaped altar. 

She stepped inside it and brought the knife closer to her wrist. 

She had to find the mystery behind this child. 

How did he survive? Even if he did, how could he torment her through her own spell? 

It should have tormented him to some extent but why was she in so much pain? 

Marilyn closed her eyes and whispered the chants. 

The dagger in her hand started flying in the air before it approached her wrist.