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Betrothed To The Night

A phoenix's blood is priceless. One taste transforms into a drug, a cure, and, unfortunately, an addiction that can unleash the ferocious and wild sides of even the purest being. The creatures of the night decimated half of the population of the phoenixes until the strongest declared war on them, which eventually led to a compromise and a sacrifice. In a secluded life, Eleanor Dankworth grew up with a rebellious spirit. However, her peaceful existence ended when her entire family was brutally massacred in front of her on her eighteenth birthday. Just as she thought things couldn't get worse, her betrothed, arrived to claim her. Ares Mazitzis. His very presence could lead one to believe he was the devil. And despite his title as the emperor's illegitimate son, deceitful, malicious, and apathetic entities bow to him. Feared by his people and his family because of the darkness within him, Ares main goal is to find and claim his betrothed, as she was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb. What happens he finds warmth and love from the lamb? What happens when all he wants to do is protect her from the looming darkness and himself? A creature of the night and a phoenix of light... It is a love that shocked and perilously struck the world.

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RUNAWAY BRIDE (1)

"Tsk!" Eleanor turned away in anger, but Ares swiftly grabbed her dress from behind and pulled her against his chest with a single tug. His arms wrapped around her, his hand pressing against her stomach, leaving her frozen in surprise at his sudden movement.

"You think too much, Little Bird," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Eleanor gritted her teeth, refusing to struggle, knowing she didn't have the strength to escape his grasp. "I think like I should, pervert!"

Ares couldn't believe her! First, she had called him a monster, then an outcast, labels he was all too familiar with. But a pervert? That was a new one.

"It doesn't matter what you say, I will be your husband," he whispered, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her stomach against the fabric of her dress.

Eleanor's breath caught in her throat, her body responding to his touch despite the layers between them. Still, she managed to utter. "You will not bathe me."