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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. 30 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 300 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 48 - Devil In Her Dreams

She couldn't describe the feeling or put a finger to what it was exactly, but she knew it was slowly spreading through her body, filling her mind and fogging her senses.

The King's move had been strange, she had blinked to ensure that she wasn't stuck in a dreaded dream once again with the Bride Thief.

She felt his hand snaked into her hair, another around her waist, pulling her gently and closer to him.

A silent gasp escaped her lips, and her hands dropped slowly from the scales on his cheekbones, her heart thundering in her chest, pounding loudly in her ears, the closer he got.

He was leaning in to kiss her and she just couldn't tell if she had wanted this or not, this was all too sudden for her to think, but instead of a kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers at the last minute, letting out a long sigh of control, his eyelids fluttered closed and his grip around her, a little tight.

Then, just like that, he let her go, taking an abrupt step away from her.