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Garden Of Poison

[Volume 1: Dante Blackthorn] When Anastasia and her sister Marianne are captured and shipped across the seas by pirates, they become commodities to be sold in a distant land. Marianne is taken as a courtesan, while Anastasia barely escapes a terrible fate by pretending to be mute. She is forced into the lowest ring of servants at the royal palace, where she endures a life of servitude and creates beautiful artwork to mask her pain. Despite years passing, Anastasia has never forgotten her sister's promise to return to their family together. However, with her movement restricted and the guards vigilant, escape seems impossible. When Anastasia comes into contact with the Forsaken Prince, her life spirals out of control and she triggers a Crux of incredible proportions. Now battling her own inner demons while navigating the treacherous politics of the royal court, Anastasia must confront the truth about her sister's fate and make a choice that could alter the course of an entire kingdom. [Volume 2: Emily Blackthorn] Princess Emily's life takes a turbulent turn when she is rejected, leaving her heartbroken and her soul at the brink of corruption. In a desperate bid to save herself, she journeys to the West. Enter the Storm Prince, a charismatic archdemon with striking blue eyes, with a saint-like smile. Emily had hoped she'd seen the last of him, but fate has other plans. As if her soul dying isn’t enough, someone wants to steal it! Caught between the suitors and the haunting nightmares that have plagued her since childhood, Emily begins to see Raylen in a new light. The blue-eyed demon may not be the monster she once thought.

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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286 Chs

His hands around hers

Emily's grip on the hammer tightened as she locked her gaze with Marshall's, who stared back at her with a wary expression. There was an unmistakable glint of contempt in his eyes, which held disgust towards her. 

She raised her hand, ready to strike him, but her hand abruptly halted midway, clutching the handle tightly. The desire to hurt him back, just like he had hurt her, to make him feel the pain and the shame that people had directed towards her, surged within her. However, she couldn't go through with it, as it wasn't who she was. 

Marshall had closed his eyes, ready to receive the blow that never landed. 

A sigh resonated in the room, emanating from Raylen, and he said, "Drop the hammer. You are incapable of using it." 

Though Emily was oblivious to the archdemon's underlying intention, Marshall wasn't, and he shook his head. She aimed the hammer at his hand and shut her eyes.