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The Dragon King's Pet

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

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Insane Mother

WARNING: CHILD ABUSE

Sevastian had just turned eleven when his mother's hatred began to turn toward him. She couldn't stand how much he resembled his father and often complained about it. One day, in a fit of anger, she forced him to cut his hair and even trim his eyebrows, wanting him to look different.

The small cottage they stayed in was always dirty and filled with bottles of alcohol that Rosanna had consumed. Many times, Sevastian would find her sleeping on the floor, snoring loudly and he would manage to drag her to the couch where she would sleep more comfortably.

Sevastian woke up, freshened up, and walked downstairs, only to find his mother gulping down alcohol and sobbing uncontrollably. His heart sank as he rushed to her side. "What's wrong, mother? Is everything okay? Why are you crying?" His voice trembled with concern.