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"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Prince Caydeyrn Di Vel Delphine. Commander of the royal battalion. A legend dressed in iron and silk. He's noble, honorable, devastatingly handsome-every inch the kind of man a kingdom worships, and a woman trusts with her life. Josephine Caldwell. A healer from the quiet provinces. Sweet as spring rain. Gentle as moonlight. Her magic draws pain into her own body so others can breathe again. She gives everything-her strength, her sleep, her peace-and asks for nothing in return. To Prince Caydeyrn, she was a miracle. She never wanted a crown. Never wanted love. But Caydeyrn offers both like they're hers by right. It's meant to be a pure love story. Wholesome. Romantic. It's supposed to make me swoon. But I don't. Because I don't want the prince. I want the other one. Duke Evander De LaCroix. The king's nephew. Vanished at eight. Returned a man-silent, changed. Not only broken. Twisted. Cold. Predatory. Wrong. The story details there is something unclean in the way he looks at people. Like he's already imagining what their screams might sound like. And when he sees Josephine? He fixates. He hunts her. Watches her like she's prey-like he's already decided to break her. She hides behind Caydeyrn's protection, clutching her innocence like armor. And every time Evander steps onto the page, I can't breathe. Not because I'm scared - but because I wish he looked at me like that. The book says he's wrong. That he's twisted. Dangerous. That Josephine's fear is justified. That Caydeyrn is the right choice. But I don't want safety. I want to be ruined by the villain. It's not their slow-burn romance anymore. It's my obsession. And the worst part? I know he would hate me. He wouldn't love me. He'd see the dark little thing I am and realize that I am not the innocent maiden he obsesses over. I'm lucky if he would ruin me for the fun of it. And God help me, I'd let him. Gladly.

A Modern Royal Love Story Serena was supposed to be the villainess. In the world of Crowned by Love, she was fated to be Prince Kale Olliric's unwanted fianc��e-arrogant, bitter, and doomed to be exiled when he fell for the novel's heroine. But Serena has a secret. She's not the same Serena. She woke up at the age of three with memories of her past life-a life where she had read this story before and knew exactly how it ended. Refusing to be a pawn in a tragic tale, she carves her own path, away from nobility and the royal court. Instead of chasing after a prince, she becomes a world-class athlete, an Olympic figure skater and a tennis champion. She builds her own fortune, invests wisely, and even opens her own teahouse-an escape from the chains of nobility. She is finally free. Or so she thought. When Prince Kale unexpectedly walks into her caf��, drawn to the woman who should have been his fianc��e but has become something entirely different, Serena knows her carefully built walls are beginning to crack. He shouldn't care about her-she's done everything in her power to make sure of that. Yet, for the first time, the cold and untouchable prince seems intrigued. Now, Serena faces a choice: run further from fate or stand her ground against the prince who should have never noticed her. After all, she already defied the story once. What's stopping her from rewriting it completely? This is my original work, it is based on modern day royalty

She was born a wolf in a world that wanted her tamed. Seraphina Ravenshade never asked for silk gowns or gilded palaces, her place has always been the training yard, blade in hand, unflinching before men twice her size. But when the Crown summons her family to the capital, she finds herself forced into a deadly game of politics, power, and temptation. The Crown Prince, Kael, is as dangerous as he is mesmerizing, his golden eyes see too much, his touch burns too deep, and his intentions blur the line between protection and possession. But the shadows whisper another name. Silais, a man with silver hair, a past soaked in blood, and a vow that ties Seraphina to secrets the royal family would kill to bury. Between a prince who cages her with fire and a phantom who claims her in darkness, Seraphina must decide where her loyalty, and her heart truly lies. And in Aurelius, love is just another battlefield. --- ?A dark fantasy romance where love is dangerous, power is bloody, and every choice can destroy a kingdom. Read now. But beware, no one escapes unscathed. Hello there! This is my first attempt at writing something, so please bear with me-I'm a bit sloppy when it comes to endings. You might find this story familiar if you're a fan of manhwa. That's no coincidence! This story is inspired by a dream I had after reading a typical romance manhwa (though I can't quite remember which one). All the double gaps means some time delay or skip. I hope you enjoy this little slice of my imagination! ?? This was a one shot in one of my old account (which is not working unfortunately)

"?˽�Ϥ����ΐ�ħ�Ǥ� Watashi wa koko no akumadesu. "? Original Title of Book: We, Twisted Ones Cover by: (myself) @iisbeissues_2017 Theme song; SIAMES- The Wolf\ SEKAI NO OWARI- [ANTI HERO] ������ "Are you scared of falling in love?" "I'm terrified because you'll be the only one falling." ������ Breaded by that of a demon's goal to become a god and the seven sins of mortals, not only was the gladiator of the cruel demon Beelzebub a monster of other's stories. But that of her own. Blake Blueray was born into the world of sin for one and one purpose only, and that was to bring fear to whomever opposed her master's wishes or her family's name. But there's a time in every girl's life where sometimes, you just gotta become a rebel. With the help of her best friend, a rather daunted nerd, and a good looking hotshot, will Blake be the demon's destruction? Or will she give him total control? |Some tags dealing with dark topics have been omitted in this listing for the sake of preserving dramatic tension. The story may or may not contain any descriptions of graphic violence. This story explores fear, torment, corruption, and loss of self identity. My focus here is on transformation through ascending cruelty. Please note that this story is more a vent for me than anything else, so it won't be updated very much.| I welcome feedback, especially constrctive criticism. Thanks for reading!

THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK IM SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE CRINGE THAT YOU'RE GOING TO EXPERIENCE!!! "I woke up in big bed, like it can almost fit 4 people in. And the is Lord Thranduil, holding my hand. "Sorry Lord Thranduil, I failed you." I speak out. "No, you did good" He said smiling. I looks into his eyes and get lost in them every time because they are so beautiful. "Doctor said you will have to lay in bed for 9 days." Lord Thranduil said. "But... But I'm your first guard, I have to protect you." I said with a crack in my voice. "I know but, you're ill. You cannot continue or you'll die." "isn't that what I'm your guard for? Protect you until I die?" I asked him. "You are my guard to help and to protect me, but not until you die." He spoke with confidence. "Very well then, what's the plan then?" I asked. "Well, you lay in my bed for 9 days then you will take it easy on yourself." "Lord, I'm in your bed?" "Yes, I want you to feel comfortable. Now get some rest my darling." He stands from his chair, kisses my forehead and leaves. I felt so special, I was called 'his darling' and I get to lay in his bed for 9 days. I closed my eyes but, still having a smile on my face. I fall asleep." COMPLETED