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The Cursed King

He has been waiting for fifteen centuries to meet his wife again. (COMPLETED) Meet Loriel Ashborn, former king of Summeria, 15-century old immortal, a doting husband, certified simp, a wife's slave. In the land where the human race lived side by side with other races like the elves, witches, and those immortal beings often calling themselves gods, lived a powerful king, Loriel Ashborn. One fatal mistake caused him to lose the woman he loved as she was sent to the future by the evil Time Master before he died. The only way to see her again is for him to take the curse of immortality, and so he did. Now, after 15 centuries, Loriel finally found her again. But she didn't remember him? Well, who cares! This time, the shameless husband would never let her go ever again. To make her remember their life together, he even faked a terminal illness with his 'dying wish' was to experience how it was like to be married. And when he *cough cough* 'miraculously' made a full recovery, he said, "Wifey, you saved my life! Now, I owe you forever. I will repay with my body." *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: In their previous life, the king felt that he was not a good husband to his wife, so this time around, he would make up to her and be the best husband she could ever hope for. You will witness a total simp, a devoted doting husband who would pamper his wife to no end and give the whole world to her. I DON'T DO SLOW BURNS. This story will have a lot of snusnu/lemon/smut and it's not advised to read if you are prudish or underage. Also, there will be magic. A lot of magic because the male lead is a 'god' and the female lead is a 'witch'.

Missrealitybites · Fantasy
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305 Chs

Marc Is Invited To Dinner

Loriel checked on the recipe on the internet just to double-check them for one last time. While he appreciated the instructions, Loriel usually ended up using ingredients that he thought matched the dish more if necessary.

"Is there anything I can do to help with the preparation?" Elise asked.

Loriel glanced back at his wife and smiled. "Thank you for the thought, but I'd like to handle this fine on my own. Haven't I told you earlier that I'd impress you with my cooking skills when we chatted at the cafe, Elise?"

Elise brushed back some of her hair. "Well there's that, but your friend is coming over. Besides, I don't want to just sit down while you're standing around and cooking."

Elise also had her own stubborn nature.

"Alright, I'd like you to gather some things from the fridge and shelves then, Elise. Olive oil, some unsalted butter, and a small onion and heat it up in a large saucepan. I'll go get the rice and fish stock."