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** story is triggering** His pleads for help were desperate as he watched his mates eyes flutter close and her chest stop rising. Her grip on his hand loosening as a long sigh left her lips. The king cried out as he felt the awful feeling of his heart being ripped from his chest. In the distance you could hear howls of victory as the king cried for his mate and his queen. He cried for the loss of his son. The prince. * Nineteen years after the kidnapping the prince suffers at the hands of his kidnappers. What happens with a troop from the kingdom finds the prince suffering from horrific injury's? Will they return back to the kingdom where the prince can take his place at the throne,or will they leave him for dead and tell the king there was no sign of him?

#1 in millionaire #1 in Cinderella 💐🌸 Once upon a time in the land of Lahyana, wait scratch that, my story doesn't start like one of those clichéd fairytale even when it is very much like those clichéd fairytales. How should I start now? Well I will start from the beginning *speaks in a mysterious voice* a cold dark night in a stinky Alley I bumped to the most enfuriating person I have ever met, he was injured and me being the good old me decided to help him. Turns out he's the Only Prince of our country and then I bumped into him again and again *sighs I know one of those clichéd fairytale moment* Then I found out that I was destined to marry him because of some lousy promise made by our Ancestors *whispers it's gets excited from now*. My life changes from the oh so boring Willow woods who would rather read a book than do anything, to the Princess Willow Asheton. And as for me and Aaron I guess you'll find out how we fell for each other. once we hated each other and now we are 😳😳😳 let's just say we are inseparable. He pulled me indefinitely close to him and leaned, we were millimeters apart yet he didn't closed the gap between us as if he was afraid. I looked in his eyes and cupped his face in my hands, standing on my tiptoes kissed his lips lightly. it was nothing like I have ever experienced before, it was most beautiful feeling I have ever had. The kissed wasn't long just a small peck. We stared at each other, Aaron's hands tightly wrapped around me as if he was afraid to let go and mine caressing his Beautiful face. "Woah " Aaron said after few seconds causing me to blush, he chuckled which sent shivers down my spine. He leaned in and covered my lips with his. the second kiss was nothing like the first one, more urgent and needy making me want to melt in his arms as Aaron hungrily devoured my swollen lips. I grabbed his shoulder and hummed in the kiss causing him to growl in response making me feel dizzy but in a good way. *

Before I begin, I just want to say that this story does include some mature themes. I will also give out a warning a chapter prior to these scenes. Getting that out of the way, let's go onto the story description... *This book contains explicit content* *EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK* I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, wasn't bothered to do. I decided to move away and to try and find an exit but I didn't even take one step back when I heard his voice. "Princess? Is that you?" I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out. "You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body. I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me. "Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began. "Ask me 'why am I here' and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear." I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes. I looked at him in horror, noticing him as he took his first steps towards me. "Talk to me... Because this might be the only time you will ever be able to talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps. "W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then.

Book 1 He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother... All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...? [Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you! I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that. [BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story] ***A couple scenes to whet your palate*** 1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?" "N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them." 2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation. [warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]

//He had my hands pinned tightly above my head as I squirmed beneath him. The blade twisting between his fingers. He held it up to my throat. I was afraid but refused to show it. "Hurt me." I said between gritted teeth. He just gave me a sorrowful glance before driving the dagger into my flesh.// This is no story of love and happiness. This is a story of death and destruction. One of a man and woman who met one night and not only changed the lives of themselves, but the lives of a whole world of people. One was fire and one was water. They were perfectly balanced. Until one night when the sun fell just below the tip of the tallest castle, the balance faltered, and all hell broke loose. Fire on fire. This is no memorable story that was told on for generations after. No. This is a story of the forgotten. ------------------------------------------- The prince and princess are forced to marry out of their fathers hatred for one another. Yet, there's a falter to the plan and murder gets involved. Will the two be able to put aside years of pent up hatred, or will love conquer all? Socials: @0fficialcrystalwebb on tiktok

Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in. When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light creeps in through the cracks, and for or a moment, the tunnel seems to have a way out, but what if it collapses before they make it? - "You saved my life." The words come out as a whisper, I've been dying to say that. I thank god every day that he came into my life when he did. "Fuck Vivian, you don't know how much I needed you." I tear up just a little as he speaks, I don't know the last time I cried happy tears. I bring my hands up to cup his cheeks, resting my forehead against his. "No matter how much I push, I don't mean it. Please don't give up on me." My words seem to relieve him in some way as I feel his shoulders relax. "Even when I'm gone, I'll be by your side, forever." He brings his hand, sticking his pinky out. "pinky promise."I wrap mine around his, placing a kiss on his lips. Warning before you read!! This is my first book! This book will contain topics of SA, eating disorders, and mature content, if any of these things may bother you in anyway, please scroll! I hope when I finish this book I can public a clean version, with a different perspective leaving out these topics, but for now, this is how i've envisioned this story to go! Enjoy -Ash🌸

I was about to move out from the bed, when I realize I was all naked! I grabbed the thin white bedding and wrap it around me. "Where are my clothes?!" I was frustrated. Aching and naked body? God! Did I just...?   "Your clothes are out in the laundry. Just use my clothes first" the voice startle me. A white man with perfectly chiseled abs and handsome face with...nothing but towel. Uh-oh. I think he's...   "Eyes up Miss" he said, he was drying his hair and I was red as tomato!   Did I lose my virginity to him? He's hot I know...but...ugh!   "What happened?" I hissed.   He stopped drying his hair and tilt to look at me. He frowned, "You do not remember?" he asked.   "Can't you feel anything strange to yourself?" That's it! I slapped him hard. "How dare you take advantage of a drunk woman!" I shouted. "What if I get pregnant? Or worse have a disease?! Are you not thinking?! Did you use protection? Or never did mind my health at all you pervert man!"   He was holding on his side of the face, the side I slapped, he was shooting glares at me while my shoulders raised up and down because of the anger I felt.   He looked straight to my eyes, that was the only time I saw his handsome face-clearly. "We did not had sex" he emphasized every word.

*SEQUEL to I Am Bree* **Copyrighted** His hand snatched my wrist out of the air, tugging it. With my momentum, I slammed right into him, but I went fighting, my free fist pummeling his stomach. He grabbed the hand and pushed me backwards, keeping the space small between us. I was too angry to notice anything until my back hit the wall. "Look at me." His voice rumbled right above me, barely more than a whisper. "Don't tell me what to do!" I kicked at him, continuing to struggle as fiercely as I could. "Look at me." He said again. "Like hell." I kicked him in the shin, but he didn't even flinch and closed the space between us entirely so I could barely move. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you think of me." He growled. I looked up at him, panting heavily from my anger. "I said: don't tell me what to do." I ground out. "You don't have the right to talk to me that way." He moved back slightly. "That's right." A strange glint appeared in his eyes. "Think hard on this right now, Bree, and remember it the next time someone else tries to talk to you like that." I had never heard him speak so seriously and with such conviction. "What is wrong with you?" I snapped. "You did that on purpose." The corner of his lip lifted gently in the hint of an arrogant smirk. *I couldn't find the original creators for the pictures I used to make my cover, but all the credit goes to them!!*

"I thought you loved me" i said while controlling my tears from Stroming down. "I never said that" he said blankly staring me. "Then what was those our quality times,soft touches,hugs?" I asked him angrily. " It was past. If you think those childish behaviour of yours was love then you're the stupidest in the World " he said chuckling. "Why the hell you married me ?" I shouted at him in anger. "The only reason of our marriage is my revenge." He said calmly,looking straight into my eyes. "Y-y-ou used me" I said broking in tears there. This was the conversation of our first wedding night. What would happens when royal princess whose heart is full of sympathy would fall in love with someone who used her for his fire of revenge . She is sensitive but not weak. She knows how to make someone taste their own taste. Cold hearted he. He isn't someone's cup of tea. His rage is beyond everything. One sharpe gaze of Him and everyone losses their balance. His is stone hearted who cares of nothing but his ambition. His moves are full of fire. He said his heart doesn't beat. While his heart beated once when he saw her. He smiled again when he met her. He wanted to live once again when he touched her. But the only thing which was stopping him was his Revenge. He was bounded in a promise. Fire and water. Both are totally opposite but the only thing in common is they both can destroy everything in the world. They represent self-destructing human emotions such as revenge and desire of forgiveness. They both have ability to creat disaster. What will she do? How will they both survive together? Will she melt his heart? Or he will burn her in his fire? What was his revenge ? What's the connection of her with his revenge? Will he ever love her? Wanna know? If yes, please do read this book to find out.

- ! v cliche, trying to edit and rewrite some parts ! - _ From the life of silver chains to the world of golden spoons. Athena Noir, an unlucky girl with a dark past, entering the world of pesky private school kids. Her hardwork has finally paid off as she has recieved a scholarship to attend the grand prestige school for the top elite creatures of the mythical world. Astor Academy. Athena has already planned out her entire stay at her new school. Learn, Study, Eat, Sleep and repeat. Her fellow classmates have a different plan set out for her. ~ ~ ~ "You're breathtaking, you know that?" He states. "How many times have you used that line on other girls?" I say, rolling my eyes. I bit my tongue, regretting that remark. "The other girls can't possibly compare to my pretty girl." He ignores the question, his eyes scanning my face for any signs of a reaction to his charm. "My lovely.." He pulled my arm towards him. I felt a slow kiss on the back of my hand. "Sweet.." then another on the other hand. "-golden heart girl." He looked up through his eyelashes. I stay silent as I looked around the room, avoiding eye contact. He placed his free hand on my waist, the other still holding my hand. "Shall I call them over while I have you bent over this bed?" He says planting a kiss on my stomach, going lower each time. I run my free hand through the back of his hair, gently pulling his head back slightly, forcing him to look back up at me. He had a dangerously evil smile on. I knew my cheeks were going red, I pushed him away and rushed towards the the door. "You always do this." I mumble quietly, trying to catch my breath which I lost in the heat of the moment. "Would you be lying to me if you said you didn't like it?" He replied, walking over to me. I kept my mouth shut. ~ ~ ~ Most confusing Love V/ triangle trope you'll ever find¡¡ Sequels out!¡ !!Inspiration from Nikkireadw!!