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The Wrong Bride!

She had only returned to share in her sister's joy, but she found herself walking down the aisle in her sister's wedding dress! Her groom wasn't who she had ever imagined being married to. Mysterious, dark and cruel were how they described him, and she expected nothing more. With a promise to protect herself and her identity, she sets off to her new home, failing to list the other things she must protect. How does she protect her heart and body from a husband who was bent on senselessly seducing his wife? How does she tell her body not to feel when his hands kept crawling over her, setting her on heat, and teasing every inch of her? But the most important question remained; who was she even married to? The devil or an angel in disguise? ~~~Excerpt~~~ "Look at me," She heard his magnetic voice say, and like a hypnotised baby, her eyes slowly fluttered open to the hot and overwhelming gaze of his divinely looking eyes. "What do you want, Elleanor?" His sensuously hooded voice asked, causing ripples to blaze through her skin. Her mouth hung open as she tried to stop herself, but the more she watched him stare at her, the more something stirred inside of her, "I- I want you to touch me," She whispered. ........ With this union, she must unlearn all she ever knew and learn the mysterious things that existed in this world, but most importantly, she must learn her true purpose because no one was created without one.

Da_Rose · แฟนตาซี
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Nightmare

Nevaeh opened her eyes to see herself standing in the center of a field of poppies. Her eyes skimmed across the field. There was nothing but poppies stretched out for miles to the horizon, basking under the rays of the golden sun.

'Where was she?'

She tried taking a step forward but she couldn't. She was stuck. She lowered her eyes, only then did she realize the shackles that held her bound on her hands and feet. She kicked against them but they didn't budge.

How did she get here? She looked around again, but she was the only being standing on that field. 'Who brought her here?' She had an eery feeling tingle in her stomach.

She kicked against the shackle again, but nothing changed, but she didn't relent. She struggled to set herself free even when she knew it was a fruitless effort. She winced in pain when her hand brushed against a poppy flower. She looked at her hand and she was surprised to see she had been cut and blood was dripping from it.