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Dragon Princess Return:Transmigrated To Kill The Enemy I Love

"Dragon Princess, return. Your mission is far from over," a powerful voice thundered through the ethereal void, reverberating around Kimberly. She staggered in shock. "Dragon Princess? Who could this 'Dragon Princess' be?" she muttered, bewildered and weak, as she stumbled along the misty bridge between life and death— the afterlife bridge! Kimberly is shattered when she finds her fiancé and younger sister together in bed. Driven to despair, she leaps from the roof of a ten-story building. Instead of death, she awakens as the female lead in the realm of her own award-winning novel, Faeloria. Believing she can easily navigate her way out as the writer of the story, Kimberly is shocked to discover the plotline of her book has been drastically altered by someone with unknown motives. Captured and auctioned in the House of Pleasures by the Lycan King—who, despite falling for her at first sight, must comply with Faeloria’s harsh custom of auctioning humans as toys—Kimberly's fate takes a darker turn when she is purchased by the highest bidder, the Demon Lord himself, ruler of Faeloria. The Demon Lord, aware of Kimberly's true identity, compels her to fall in love with him. However, as her past memories and identity resurface, Kimberly realizes her true purpose in Faeloria: to kill the Demon Lord who massacred her entire race thousands of years ago—the very Demon Lord she now loves deeply. Torn between her mission and her heart, Kimberly faces an impossible choice. Will she avenge her people by killing the Demon Lord, or will she choose love and forgive him for his past sins? The Dragon Princess must decide. Only time will reveal her fate. ********* "How should I punish you tonight, little dummy?" he growled seductively in my face, our faces just an inch apart, and his warm breath fanned my facial skin. He brought his lips closer to mine, and my heart skipped a beat. Is he gonna kiss me? Am I gonna taste those glossy lips of his? Oh my god, I'm one lucky bitch! I closed my eyelids shut, anticipating his wet lips to lock with mine, while my heart continued to thump and palpitate loudly against my chest. "You think I was gonna kiss you? Dream on! Only good girls deserve to be kissed and fucked!" he breathed in a dangerous yet sinfully seductive low tone while grabbing my tiny waist suddenly. He lifted me off the bed and carried me across the room as if I were a feather. "Where are you taking me?" I asked quietly, feeling numb all over. "To receive your punishment, little dummy," he growled and snapped his fingers in his usual manner, summoning a portal before us. . . . . . . . Note to Readers: Chapters 1 to 80 follow the female lead's journey in the new realm she finds herself in, where fascinating romance with the male lead and a series of adventures with new friends gradually reveal the truth about her real identity and her past feud with him. From Chapter 80-End, the story focuses on her enmity with the male lead, featuring a series of intense wars and dramatic confrontations as she ultimately strives to complete her mission as the dragon princess.

Hermajesty_Writes · Fantasy
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57 Chs

The Sweet Demon Lord and His Little Dummy I

***Kimberly****

I found myself on an otherworldly bridge, its ethereal glow casting an enchanting aura. Cosmic symbols and constellations adorned its celestial surface, guiding my weary steps along its seemingly endless span.

Spotting a portal ahead, relief flooded coursed through my being. The thought of escaping this damned bridge filled me with so much relief, reminiscent of the joy felt upon returning home after a long journey. Even though I was uncertain of what lay beyond the starry gateway, I still embraced the only chance for respite from this endless trekking.

As I approached the portal, a radiant beam of golden light enveloped me from above, accompanied by a whispering voice:

"Dragon Princess, return. Your mission isn't yet accomplished."

Who could this "Dragon Princess" be? Was the voice addressing the weary figure trailing behind me on the bridge? I pondered for a moment before shrugging off the thought.