His Majesty's Devious Sins
[Mature Content.] "Past, present, and future, I will always want you." _______ Adeline had a plan to obtain her freedom: Step one: kill the King. Step two: run away and live happily ever after. Did that happen? No. Adeline's plan was rudely interrupted by a mysterious, yet handsome stranger who stole her weapon at midnight. Elias Luxton was a heartless King notorious for his merciless antics. He was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Adeline Rose was a dethroned Princess with a dark past. After her parents' murder and an super stealing her throne, she flees to the Empire of Wraith and unexpectedly meets Elias. Elias claimed he knew her. But she didn't remember him. And Adeline wants nothing to do with him. The problem? Adeline was supposed to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of this shameless King? Or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone? _______ [WARNING: THERE'S MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY] Excerpt: "Now, take it off." She blinked up at him, astonished by his words. "What?" she whispered, wondering if her ears had betrayed her. "My shirt," he mused, his burning gaze landing upon her. "But why?" she asked. "So the next time I wear it, I have flashbacks of ravishing you." _______ Editors: okatuvslife & Skale93 This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else.
A Whip For Every Second
Adeline waited for a few more seconds. Once she was certain he had left, she instantly sat upright.
Adeline pulled the dress up to reveal the two guns strapped to her thighs. Earlier today, she didn't receive the opportunity to properly examine it. But it was pitch-dark in her room and she couldn't examine it either. Though, the moonlight had trekked into her room, giving it a hauntingly beautiful glow.
Adeline slipped out of the bed and held the guns closer to the window. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the Sahara Eagle, a sleek silver gun with a black grip. It could hold nine bullets, but that was all she needed to take down people. She ran her fingers over the metal ridges, her lips curling in satisfaction.
There was a faint drawing of a blooming rose with thorny stems wrapped around the gun. Golden initials were carved near the handle.