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Everlastingly Loving You

“No matter where I am, even when there’s nothing left on this Earth, I’ll love you, everlastingly.” ___ She was a duchess of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world, aka Sophia Windsor; he, a prince from a kingdom just as powerful and influential, the infamous Nicholas Ambrose. She, aromantic. He, cold and bitter. He wanted to marry for his kingdom’s sake, whilst she had no intentions of marrying or falling in love, having seen how love destroyed the people she loved and cared about. And yet, they crossed paths. So when the two meet under such circumstances, will their love be restored? Would their spark overcome any decision of theirs they had made in the past? ____ [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] It was merely a few seconds later before Nicholas had kissed her, lips slamming against each other as Sophia deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, only making the kiss all the more passionate as the room’s temperature became scorching hot. Nicholas wrapped his muscular arm around Sophia’s waist, only successfully managing to weaken Sophia’s knees, ridding her of any other thoughts except how much she desired him at that very moment, how much she wanted him, just him. The next things that were said and done seemed a huge blur as the next thing she remembered seemed to be the unbuckling of his belt, and the unbuttoning of his shirt; the unzipping of her gown - not that it was of value to either of them when they tore their clothes apart in a mad rush. ____ Update Schedule: 1-3 Chapters/Daily Instagram: EmmelineRouge Discord: EmmelineRouge#9995 Behold, the first of my works, the whirlwind romance novel, also known as Everlastingly Loving You. Hope you all enjoy! xoxo, EmmelineRouge P.S. The cover of this novel isn’t mine. P.S.S. This book is on hiatus, check out 'Her Devilish Alpha' which is my current project!

EmmelineRouge · 奇幻言情
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166 Chs

Overkill

Sophia told Bartholomew, "Alright, a couple of last words then."

Bartholomew narrowed his eyes, she was up to something he couldn't quite determine. 

"Fine," he harrumphed. 

He reasoned to himself, she was about to die, the least he could do was give her the chance to utter her last words. 

"The bullet that nearly pierced my skin's the closest thing you'll ever get to penetrating me, you plonker," she insulted.

"Oh and also, that crown you wear eighty percent of the damn time, it's overkill," Sophia scoffed. 

Bartholomew laughed maniacally, "So you have chosen death, my ladyship!" 

Sophia didn't answer, the pain she'd felt had intensified. She winced. 

Bartholomew was seconds away from pulling the trigger before he was punched in the face and knocked out cold, his head hitting the pavement. 

Nicholas mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath before he turned to Sophia.