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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it? *** Note - This novel contains mature content. - Cover isn't mine. Full credit to the artist. Should they require that I take it down, I will. __ Want to give me more inspiration? Weekly Goals. 15 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 200 power stones - 1 bonus chapter. ((Please help me meet them, thank you!)) Please check out my other books. 1. Stealing The Alphas' Soul (In a competition, please support). 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness 3. Dangerously Yours Till Eternity. Also, please check out "MOANSTERS // Reverse Harem" if you are interested in Reverse Harem stories. Thank you!

Phinix · Fantasy
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Chapter 144 - Skillful Hands

"I want your gaze to devour me like this all the time."

It was that bad?

Her eyes were betraying her that much?!

They weren't even keeping anything a secret from him, instead they were boldly betraying their owner, not even trying to hold back.

She let out a shaky breath, observing now that the only thing stopping him from slamming himself against her was the paintbrush and palette occupying his hands, but he could easily get rid of that and before he would start thinking of ways to make 'the look in her eyes' last longer, she would have to move away from him.

Create a distraction.

She tried to look over his shoulder at his painting, but that was impossible nevertheless, she feigned an expression like she could see what was on the canvas.

"That looks good." She complimented in a breath and took a turn around him, taking a step back and slipping away from his front to see what was on the canvas.