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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?

Auroraaa · แฟนตาซี
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370 Chs

Little fruit

''Is that what you need?" 

"This is what I want,'' Esme turned around and walked towards the window, clutching the sheets tighter around her body. 

She was greeted with silence. 

Esme turned around only to find the room empty.

She sat on the cold floor quietly as she drew lines on it with her index finger, the very same finger which had been drawing on his chest. 

Esme did not realize when her eyelids started getting heavy and her breathing turned even as she leaned back on the wall and dozed off. 

A shadow enveloped her as Aleister pulled her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. 

He placed her down gently and glanced at her face for some time before he stroked her hair. 

… 

Inside the King's bedchamber. 

''Your Majesty,'' With a thump, the royal physician who was the King's right-hand man dropped to his knees.