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.
I Expect Success
Adeline had read enough books to understand what he meant. She wryly smiled at him, hoping it would ease the tension between his brows and down under. But it didn't.
Elias patted the top of her head. "It's almost time for a late lunch. Come, let's get you—"
"Your Majesty!"
"—fed," Elias finished. A disgruntled scowl twisted his perfect features.
Elias let out a loud, irritated sigh. He sat upright, with her still in his lap. He tucked the strands of hair behind her ears before sliding her off of him.
"What is it?" he barked at the door.
"Your Majesty, that crazy Claymore is here again," Weston called out.
Weston stood outside of the door, scratching his neck. He wondered if that title would forever be attached to that strong-willed woman whose face never left his mind. When he closed his eyes, he'd see her deep frown, and when he tried to sleep, he heard her irritating questions.