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The Tyrant King's Accursed Princess

°°Mature Content°° [A razed kingdom, scorched earth – I would burn the world to ashes, invoke the tempests of war if that's what it takes to make you mine, my love] ..... She was cursed that any man who would touch her would die after she bled, and turned into a woman.Her fiancé, whom she loved with all her heart, left, shattering her soul when he learned the truth that she was not for sharing his bed. She vowed to never let any man into her heart, until he came. The arrogant, obnoxious self centered man. She doesn't want to do anything with him, yet she finds himself in the arms of him everytime, and to her surprise her curse doesn't work on him. How much she wanted to kill him with her own hands.. ..... Savage and Ruthless. If his name struck terror in the hearts of the weapons the soldiers wielded, causing them to flee in fear, his mere presence transformed battlefields into rivers of crimson. Handsome and wicked, women were drawn to him like moths to a flame, mesmerized by his dangerous allure. Yet, this tyrant was brought to his knees by a woman as fierce as she was beautiful. And he would not stop at nothing to acquire her heart. Alas, he found it was not easy, for her hatred for men had encased her heart in ice. Can this ice-cold tyrant ignite her frozen heart once more? .... "Wider," He commanded. How much wider does he want? Without complaining, she stretched her mouth beyond, torturing her jaw. "Not enough! Wider." "How much wider must I open for such a small fruit?" She scowled at him. "I have already stretched my mouth wider enough to accommodate an oversized banana." She wondered if he was aiming the fruit into her mouth or secretly studying her teeth arrangement. "The wider your mouth," His lips lazily drawled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "The better the chance of accommodating right on the target where your taste buds are yearning, my dear." ...... Cover picture rights to the owner.  

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I won't hurt you, little one

Naimishi's senses ignited with a jarring intensity when the droplets of blood spewed forth from an injured palm and drenched her face as though the macabre shower of his blood was a chilling offering for daring to violate her.

"My hand!" A cry tore from the Hunan captain's lips as he clutched his wrist. Before his mind could grapple with the chaos, a second blade whirled in the air and plunged into his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground. "Ah! Who dares to kill me."

"Your death, bastard."

Naimishi heard a voice, a deep resonance akin to a mighty ocean. Her eyes prickled with a presence behind her while her ears registered the faint but unmistakable tempo of approaching footsteps. Her senses bristled with anticipation, waiting to see him. Soon enough, he appeared before her, filling her vision with his presence.