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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.  

ainsley · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
104 Chs

Slap on her cheek

Arazhan!

She repeated, rolling her tongue over his name to see how it sounded.

Should a joy dance in her eyes as she finally learned his name? Or should she feel sad that every word he had spoken about himself had been a lie?

A sinking feeling gripped her as the truth emerged that he was Aunt Rihritha's son. Doubts had niggled at her since the beginning, as everything about him spoke a mystery. His hands, rough and adorned with knife scars, contradicted any notion of toiling on farmland. Yet, a bigger question loomed: Why is he in disguise? If he had attended the wedding, he should be in the palace, not in secretive hiding.

Rihritha shared in the shock, her senses reeling. The name Rysthan echoed, conjuring memories of her brother, Arathea, the bloodshed rushed back. So, Rysthan and Verna have a daughter? Still, a curious unease gripped her. Why did Mishi's features carry a subtle familiarity to her brother, rather than resembling Rysthan or Verna?