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Trapped By The Devils Heir

All through her life Eleanor has been told of how ruthless and merciless the night creature tend to be. She has read books and scrolls about what they did and have been told tales of never getting close to those people. But when she turned of age, her heartless father had indeed given her out to the king of this night creatures. On the night of her wedding, rather than her husband, Eleanor was taken by another demon. A more ruthless and mean demon. He's the scariest of them all. The most powerful demon that ever existed. One wave of his fingers and a fruitful land turns into an inhospitable dry land. He is a rumoured living god. He's danger. He's one to be wary of. The one people run away from just at the sight of him. She had summoned him without an idea and a bond was formed. He hated her for tying herself to him. He hated to be disturbed by a mere human princess. He wanted to kill her, to get rid of her, but he couldn't. A mate bond is the strongest of all bond. There's no way out of it. He knew if he harmed her he would be harming himself too. . . "You can stay, but I'll never have anything to do with you. You'll never have my love or affection." And just when Leviathan thought he was done with the human princess, he could feel all of her emotions. Her pain. Her happiness, and slowly, the mighty king found his dark heart drawn to the human princess. . . NOTE: THE BOOK COVER IS NOT MINE. You can also follow me on Facebook or Instagram @sspears on Instagram and @kourtney sspears on Facebook.

Kourtney_Sspears · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
93 Chs

WHO I AM

I awoke to a soft knock on the door and the sound of muffled voices. I could have sworn I heard Gandhi's voice but it was only for a brief moment as the voice disappeared after.

I lifted the blanket higher against me, and the fabric felt blissful against my skin. My very bare skin as I covered my bare body.

I blinked my eyes open just as Leviathan was closing the door. He was wearing nothing but his trousers only halfway buttoned, and his hair was mussed from sleep. But he held a tray of food in his hands and my clothing in his arms.

"Morning," he mumbled when he noticed me looking up at him a small smile on his delicate lips.

"Morning," I groaned as I pushed up in the bed until I was sitting. There was a slight ache between my thighs that reminded me of what we had done the night before. I didn't want to think about that, especially the part where I had drank his blood.