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I am in love with the Demon Princess

She was everything I'd ever dreamed of in a woman - charming, sweet, and utterly mysterious. We spent hours talking, her laughter like wind chimes in the breeze, her intellect sharp and insightful. I was captivated, falling deeper into the abyss of her charm with every passing moment. But as the days turned into weeks, a subtle shift occurred. Her gaze, once warm and inviting, began to flicker with a chilling intensity. Her laughter, once light and carefree, grew tinged with a darker undercurrent. Whispers followed her, hushed and secretive, speaking of a power she held and a lineage she concealed. One moonlit night, under the watchful gaze of a full moon, she confessed her true identity. She was the Demon Princess, a being of ancient magic and forbidden power. My heart, once filled with love, is now pounded with a mixture of fear and fascination. The woman who had stolen my heart was also a creature of legend, a being of darkness and light, a contradiction that both terrified and enthralled me. This was no ordinary love story; it was a tale of forbidden desires and impossible choices, a journey into the depths of a love that defied all boundaries.

illorien · Fantasy
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29 Chs

Working twice as hard to achieve a dream

Chapter 9

The news concerning Katarine Horn Siegert incident faded and didn't even last a few days. Average people were tired of reading about these very serious problems while they themselves were struggling to make ends meet. The media quickly shifted its focus to more relatable stories that resonated with the general public.

At the same time, the warehouse that burned down has undergone reconstruction and is now finished. And it only took three days. Ethan lost a few pounds and became slimmer, and his huge bulky muscles were now more defined. The nonstop work he did to help with warehouse construction made him this way; he could not even take a rest to shave as the final nail was driven into place. Despite the physical toll, Ethan was proud of the work he had accomplished in such a short amount of time.

The warehouse employee quarter has now centralizes heating , and with additional amenities like a small kitchen area and a bath and toilet. The size of the room remained the same at about 200 square feet; it was rectangular, and it was similar to those studio apartments in Japan. He thanked the construction team who were there, who were excitedly happy. The entrance was followed by the comfort room and a compact kitchen on the left. In the inner middle was a tiny receiving area where he could add a sofa and a small TV set and next to it was a wooden bed frame without any foam cushions.

Considering that it featured a smaller kitchen and a comfort room instead of the one he had rented out previously, which ended up getting evicted, they had to share a communal toilet and kitchen with other renters. Seeing the completion of this endeavor was a relief. He was tired, and his body was aching as he lay down on the warm floor and drifted into a deep sleep.

In his cream he saw his father and mother toiling under the dry, hot, windy sun, trying to make ends meet. The guilt of not being able to help them weighed heavily on his mind. He also saw his childhood friends and those people who gave him the inspiration to pursue his dream, and in all those moments he had to politely decline any romantic relationships in order to focus on his goals. The conflicting emotions of gratitude and regret flooded his thoughts as he continued to dream, unsure of what the future held for him.

However, his dream abruptly altered, centering on the moment when he was overcome by intense emotion for someone he didn't actually know. Their close kiss was too intense, and the feeling was beyond just passion or lust; it was making his heart flutter and his mind race with possibilities of what could be. Her image was so vivid in his mind that he found himself constantly distracted, wondering if she was real or just a figment of his imagination. The pull towards her was undeniable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that their connection was meant to be explored further.

Even in his dream, Ethan was seen entering a room. and standing before her again, she was captivating and beautiful, with a smile that lit up the entire room. As he reached out to touch her and felt her skin, it was so vivid and real that he could even feel the warmth of her skin, and as he once again got stimulated by her enigmatic pull he held her face and lean in to kiss her.

as she stared at him, never resisted, and just waited for their lips to touch. The sweet, moist, soft lips of theirs finally touched, and the feeling was intense again. Suddenly, he woke up from his dream, feeling a sense of longing and desire for her. The vividness of the dream lingered in his mind, leaving him with a bittersweet ache in his heart. As he lay on the warehouse employee quarter as sweat glistened on his forehead, he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to go back to that dream and make it a reality. The memory of her lips lingered on his own, making him yearn for a connection that felt so real yet so out of reach.

At the same time, Katarine was moaning in pure pleasure, unaware of the impact she had on his subconscious mind. She was having a wild dream, and the man in her dream was the same person she nearly lost her womanhood to. The intensity of the dream left her breathless, aching for more of the passion and desire she had experienced with him. The connection felt so vivid; it was as if they were truly meant to be together. She woke up and saw the same position as they both placed their arms on their foreheads as they took a simultaneous deep breath. and both asked the same question, ten miles apart in a different location and with different luxury in life.

"What's happening to me?"

"What's happening to me?"

Katarine swung on the side of his queen size bed, reached for her phone, and dialed the number of Mr. Ross. It was late at night, and she needed answers. Mr. Ross answered on the third ring, his voice calm and reassuring as he listened to her panicked questions about the strange connection she felt with someone miles away.

Mr. Ross wanted to tell the truth, but he could not utter anything and just told her that Ethan was just his new delivery guy and that she was probably just feeling overwhelmed with everything going on in her life. Katarine felt a sense of relief wash over her as she forced herself to realize it was all just a coincidence and nothing more. What happened to them while inside the Mr. Ross office was a huge fluke and nothing more.

She had made many close friends previously, so this wasn't particularly novel. she even went out on casual dates with famous and rich sing young men all over the country that seeks to gain her as trophy . but non of them could even get to kiss her passionately like what Ethan did to her.

The only thing that was different was that she didn't pass out and wake up in the hotel room alone. and upset , while half of the room was totally ruined and was beyond repair. Katarine took a deep breath and focused on the fact that she had overcome challenges before. She knew she could handle this again.

The only thing on her mind that was hard to explain and openly admit the feeling she felt now . It was not out of longing to needed , but more of a deep feeling of fulfillment and completeness that she had never experienced before. It was as if she had finally found inner peace and contentment within herself; regardless of the chaos surrounding her, that moment was so different in so many ways because she actually felt something.

As she lay languidly on her bed to sleep again, after a few minutes she was once again transported to the sofa located in the warehouse office. Katarina's senses were still tantalized by the scent of Ethan's sweat, even if it was just a dream. The traces of their passionate encounter lingered in the air, a reminder of the intoxicating abandon they had shared. Moments before, his muscular frame had pressed against hers, their bodies entwined in a symphony of lust and longing. Their tongues had danced in unison, creating a melody of sensuality that had set fire to their souls. The memory of their intimate embrace was still etched into her mind, a vibrant tapestry of forbidden desires and unbridled pleasure. As she closed her eyes and savored the lingering essence of his scent, a surge of longing washed over her, a testament to the intoxicating power of their stolen rendezvous.Until she finally woke up, she felt sticky, and the smell of Arousement was all over her expensive Egyptian cotton and silk bed sheet cover . She realized with a jolt that it had all been a vivid dream, leaving her both disappointed and strangely exhilarated. The remnants of desire clung to her like a second skin, a reminder of the passion that had consumed her in the night.

Until her personal maid and head housekeeper knocked on her bed room door and advised her to get ready as they had a busy day ahead with important meetings and appointments to attend. She quickly shook off the lingering effects of the dream, eager to face the day ahead with a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

"head maid , please dispose on my entire bed and all the linens,"

"get me new ones as soon as you can, and please don't give crappy reasons, concerning about the price,"

"just get me the most expensive ones,"

"yes ma'am,"

as she instructed, ready to start fresh and leave behind the memories of the night before. With a deep breath, she stepped out of bed and began preparing for the day as soon as her main bedroom door opened. Four servants were all lined up outside her sleeping quarters and assisted her as she took a ward bath at her Baldi Rock Crystal Bathtub that cost a million, and she mostly uses Khan Al Saboun and only uses Ten voss shampoo for her hair; even her perfume is J'adore L'or Prestige Edition by a renowned perfumer. As she emerged from her luxurious bath, she felt a sense of rejuvenation and confidence for the day ahead.

Even her breakfast was managed and prepared by top chefs; her usual famous Eggs & Caviar breakfast with freshly brewed kopi luwak is considered the most expensive coffee in the world. The combination of opulence and attention to detail in her daily routine left her feeling pampered, ensuring she started her day with the finest cuisine. The servants then helped her get dressed in designer clothing, completing her transformation into a picture of elegance and sophistication.

While Ethan was just drinking instant coffee he got from a convenience store partnered with a pre-packaged croissant, he ate this with a smile on his face, grateful for the simple pleasures in life. He knew that luxury didn't necessarily equate to happiness, and he found contentment in the small moments of joy that each day brought him. Ethan believed that true wealth was measured by the richness of experiences and connections rather than material possessions.

Their day just started again but this time fate will lead them to an unexpected meeting again, This time they cannot escape the lingering feeling that their unusual and intimate encounter had been predestined.