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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 146 - Edge Of Insanity

She was right.

Her vassel was different from the one he had imaged.

It was better.

Despite her breast bag, he cod see that her breasts were a little larger and her thighs too more than his painting's, and she was curvy, her stomach was not as bony sucked in as he had painted it either.

The candlelight surrended him no mercy as the light help his eyes greedily feast on their desire.

His Donna's vessel was that of a goddess.

He gulped, blinking and looking away from her to recollect himself.

"Did you come across Lady Kestra on your way here?"

He needed to know if Kestra was tempering with her brain again. If this was only an after effect, if she had any control of herself.

"Why is that important?"

"Are you drunk, Donna?"

Oh, now she understood.

He wanted to know if she was in control of herself, although she couldn't really understand why Lady Kestra was connected to this.