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Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

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The Anxious Julian

Refusing to be ensnared, Edith's reflexes kicked into overdrive. Her fist swung forth like a bolt of lightning, smashing into the black mage's visage with a satisfying crack. The impact dislodged her attacker, granting Edith the vital seconds she needed to regain her footing. With fluid grace, she surged upright, her battle instincts guiding her.

A swift retrieval of a dagger from her belt followed, the blade gleaming menacingly as it arced through the air toward a deranged human who still posed a threat to the trembling young ladies. The dagger's flight was true, and its target was met with a deadly conclusion even before the oppressor could fully comprehend her impending demise.