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Married to the Demon Prince

Who knew that a tiny cut to the finger would hook her to the dark lord? * Hell broke loose when the bloodthirsty demon prince and conquerer of the underworld was bonded to a brainless underling by a ring. For generations his ancestors ruled the world with the powerful ring. One day, it vanished from the surface of earth and their power slowly diminished. After searching for it for so long to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, it finally appeared... bonded to a human girl.... and being the direct decendant of the great king and the righful owner of the ring, it enslaved him. ******* Frustrated, Que felt like screaming and punching him, but sadly she couldn't do either. Wiggling her butt, she slid down from his midriff when his hand left her butt briefly only to land back sharply with a smack. Silence. Silence More silence. "Did...did you just spank me?" "Stay still." "That gave you no right to hit me!" "I'll do it again." "Get your paws off me!" "You are the one straddling me." "It was an accident! What were you trying to do?" "That's what they all say." "You... unbelievable!" With a swift motion, he shifted until she was underneath him, his weight crushing her. "Silence I said..." He growled into her ears a large paw covering her mouth. With his free hand he switched off the light. ******* As a famous doom bringer, Que was avoided by everyone. If her childhood sweetheart could abandon her, who wouldn't? Something definitely smells fishy when she got a marriage proposal out of the blue right after her engagement was called off. What's more, its to be signed in three days! . ***** Hi... Yours Truly here, Cover not mine,credit goes to the owner.

Blooming_Safflower · 奇幻言情
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155 Chs

(S)04. Library Attack.

It was dark outside when I stepped out of the library. The once heavy torrents turned into a light drizzle at a point half an hour ago. Street vendors are already closing and the road is mostly vacant.

The climate of City G had always been gloomy, having rain through most of the months of the year save a few. One moment the blazing sun is threatening to turn you into crispy baked potatoes and before you know it, the next moment dark clouds are looming overhead with promising rainstorms.

Holding up the umbrella Nana lent me, I ran into the drizzle absend mindedly. My mind still occupied with the new information I've just gotten from my conversation earlier with Nana, which had lasts through the whole evening. I side stepped on the sidewalk narrowly avoiding water ponds and being sprayed by the racing vehicles.