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.
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The Council could not refute Elias's claim about the Noble Flower. They trusted his word, but also his actions that spoke louder.
No one had ever witnessed a tender expression on his face, like a husband looking at his wife. This man who had always viewed humans as livestock, and vampires as pets, was learning how to love?
Their opinion of Adeline began to gradually shift.
Dorothy was still adamant. "At the least, we should seize advantage of the Golden Rose's presence today," she said. "Just one night with her will grant you immortality. All you have to do is deflower her."
Lydia loved how they spoke about her as if she wasn't in the room. Not. She was practically seething with anger, and her mother would've smacked this old hag. She should've done the same, for they viewed her as a ripe fruit and nothing more.
"Deflower me?" Lydia sharply responded. Did these people not know what kind of dubious woman she was?