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Trapped By The Devils Heir

All through her life Eleanor has been told of how ruthless and merciless the night creature tend to be. She has read books and scrolls about what they did and have been told tales of never getting close to those people. But when she turned of age, her heartless father had indeed given her out to the king of this night creatures. On the night of her wedding, rather than her husband, Eleanor was taken by another demon. A more ruthless and mean demon. He's the scariest of them all. The most powerful demon that ever existed. One wave of his fingers and a fruitful land turns into an inhospitable dry land. He is a rumoured living god. He's danger. He's one to be wary of. The one people run away from just at the sight of him. She had summoned him without an idea and a bond was formed. He hated her for tying herself to him. He hated to be disturbed by a mere human princess. He wanted to kill her, to get rid of her, but he couldn't. A mate bond is the strongest of all bond. There's no way out of it. He knew if he harmed her he would be harming himself too. . . "You can stay, but I'll never have anything to do with you. You'll never have my love or affection." And just when Leviathan thought he was done with the human princess, he could feel all of her emotions. Her pain. Her happiness, and slowly, the mighty king found his dark heart drawn to the human princess. . . NOTE: THE BOOK COVER IS NOT MINE. You can also follow me on Facebook or Instagram @sspears on Instagram and @kourtney sspears on Facebook.

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EASTLAND 2

"Why are you doing this?" My words came as almost a whisper and Leviathan took one more step close to me. My heart felt heavy, eyes turned moist to the point I could no longer see him clearly.

I had no idea why he was doing this. Why was he making me feel this way? No one has ever cared this way for me, not even my family.

He raised a hand and slipped his finger to my cheek. "You're so precious to me, my sweet," he murmurs, voice low, tone tender. I freeze, my breath contorting in my chest like a stiff, sharp bevel that scrapes my nerves into awareness.

He carefully draws closer until a finger trails down my cheek. My skin tingles at the contact, but I continue to hold perfectly still, too nervous to even flutter my eyelids closed and then the tears dropped from my eyes. And he didn't waste a time to catch it.

"I don't want you to get hurt," I whispered the most disturbing words out of my lips.