His Majesty's Devious Sins
[Mature Content.] "Past, present, and future, I will always want you." _______ Adeline had a plan to obtain her freedom: Step one: kill the King. Step two: run away and live happily ever after. Did that happen? No. Adeline's plan was rudely interrupted by a mysterious, yet handsome stranger who stole her weapon at midnight. Elias Luxton was a heartless King notorious for his merciless antics. He was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Adeline Rose was a dethroned Princess with a dark past. After her parents' murder and an super stealing her throne, she flees to the Empire of Wraith and unexpectedly meets Elias. Elias claimed he knew her. But she didn't remember him. And Adeline wants nothing to do with him. The problem? Adeline was supposed to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of this shameless King? Or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone? _______ [WARNING: THERE'S MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY] Excerpt: "Now, take it off." She blinked up at him, astonished by his words. "What?" she whispered, wondering if her ears had betrayed her. "My shirt," he mused, his burning gaze landing upon her. "But why?" she asked. "So the next time I wear it, I have flashbacks of ravishing you." _______ Editors: okatuvslife & Skale93 This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else.
Just You Wait and See
"You're crazy," Lydia told him and he laughed.
"Only in front of you," Weston told her.
Weston grabbed her hand and began pulling her outside. Weston was always buried in his books to care too much about women.
Weston felt the same towards all of them. They were either annoying, impressive, or neutral. He didn't feel any difference towards any of them until he met his match in the form of Lydia Claymore. Thus, he had rarely touched women unless it was necessary. Now, holding Lydia's hand, he felt a strange sense of protection towards her.
"My car," Weston nodded in the vehicle's direction.
"How much do politicians make?" Lydia wondered out loud, staring at his impressive sleek, black car. She could tell it was the latest model of the brand, but didn't want to comment how remarkable the design was.
Weston simply smiled. "Let's just say I come from generational wealth."
"So old money," Lydia deadpanned.