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The Crown's Obsession

[Mature content 18+. No rape] "Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her. "What are you doing here?" she asked when his feet touched the ground and he pushed himself up to start walking towards her. His handsome features looked darker than usual because of the lack of light in the room. "I came to meet you," he tilted his head, "Where did you go?" "I went out for a walk," came the quick reply that had him smile, a smile that scared her the most. She took a step back when he came close to her. It didn't stop him from cornering her, and her back hit the wall behind her. He raised his hand towards her face, and she closed her eyes, scared. She shuddered when his fingers trail down from her temple and her jaw and neck. Her blonde hair was left open. "In the middle of the night?" she didn't answer him knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. He stepped closer that had her turn her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck, "Did you go to meet him, my sweet girl?"

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
868 Chs

Hiding- Part 1

Everyone, including Madeline's aunt, stared at the King who recited a fable that went around in the land. Madeline didn't know why Calhoun would bring up about werewolves and hinting about her grandmother being eaten. Was he trying to test Aunt Mary's intelligence? Madeline questioned herself.

Mr. and Mrs. Harris felt extremely uncomfortable. It was only yesterday that they had found out about what happened to Mr. Harris' parents. Coming to terms with the death of family members was one of the hardest things to do. Mr. Harris would have been angry if his parents hadn't put Madeline in the coffin not once, but twice. Naturally, he was shocked, but Madeline was still his firstborn child, and no one liked to have their children spending their time in the coffin.