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She belongs to the Demon King

*Author's other work (The Dragon Prince's Bride)* *** After surviving the utter destruction of the entire world, Kiva Quin and her best friend Skye Gailey find themselves in another world. The world of the ones who destroyed their home. The world of the demons. Kiva, who never believed in the existence of demons, now has to live in a world full of them. They've taken her family from her and thus she harbors a hatred, vowing to take her revenge and kill the one responsible for the destruction of her world: Leonis Rein; supreme ruler of the demon world. Leonis is a man who doesn't believe in love. He believes in taking possession of whatever catches his attention… And she did. He meets Kiva, and her aggressive, persistent nature draws him to her. Slowly, Leonis starts harboring an unhealthy obsession for Kiva. Kiva would do any and everything to put a knife in the heart of Leonis, or die doing so. But Leonis doesn't plan on letting death take her. At least not yet. *** Excerpt Holding both my hands tightly together behind me with just one of his own, Leonis pressed his broad chest upon my back as I wriggled and try to get out of his stronghold. A gesture I knew was futile because he was strong, very strong. "Run if you like." His whisper sounded next to my left ear, and I wished to deny it, I wished to tell myself I don't feel it, but I do. I feel a certain tingle every time this demon is this close to me. "I will pursue you. Hide if you must, I shall find you, and die if you choose, I shall make death cough your soul back into your cold body." I knew it. He will never let me go.

AnnieQuin · Fantasy
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283 Chs

19. The death of me.

Yes, I had envisioned it in my head over and over again. Stabbing Leonis Rein. Stabbing him right in the heart. Watching the blood soak whatever attire he had on in my imaginations. Enjoying the look of shock on his pale face as I gloriously watch his soul slip out of his body.

I had thought for sure, I could do it, that I was prepared to kill him because I had my hate and anger to hold on to.

But now, I'm standing with one knee pressed upon his seat, and my hands are quickly turning bloody, I can't feel the hate, nor the anger.

All I can feel now is fear. Immeasurable fear. Fear for what I've just done. I've just taken the life of a man. I've been thinking of it as merely killing my enemy, I never thought of it as me actually ending a person's life, me being the reason a person stops breathing. And now that I'm thinking of it like this, I'm scared.