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The Last Demon King Alive

Warning: Mature Content! ***For he, the ruler of demons, was her sweetest sin.*** In a kingdom shrouded in mysterious deaths, Arabella, a courageous slave Princess finds herself entangled in a treacherous web of power and secrets. Gifted to a feared and enigmatic king, whose true nature is whispered only in fearful rumors, she faces a daunting challenge: to not only conquer her opponents but also unravel the mysteries that lies beneath the surface. As she battles her adversaries, Arabella discovers that her fight for the throne is only the beginning. Haunted by the unknown, she must confront the shadows that lurk within the kingdom's darkest corners. Is the king truly a devil, a troll, or a beast as the tales suggest? Or is there more to him than meets the eye? In this gripping tale of forbidden love, high-stakes battles, and supernatural mysteries, Arabella must embrace her strength, defy the odds, and confront the terrifying unknown to secure her place as both queen and savior. Will she unravel the truth behind the rumors and unearth the secrets that hold the kingdom captive? Or will the shadows consume her, leaving the kingdom forever trapped in its dark and deadly past? ****Excerpt**** As their eyes locked across the dimly lit room, a simmering tension hung in the air. She could feel the heat emanating from his body as he stepped closer, his voice low and husky. "Once we're married," he whispered, his words dripping with promise, "I'll explore every inch of your body, unleash desires you've never known." His gaze traced the outline of her curves, causing her breath to hitch. Despite the arranged marriage, a forbidden excitement coursed through her veins. In that fleeting moment, their eyes spoke volumes, setting ablaze a flame of anticipation that would ignite their future union.

Ella_Dominic23 · Fantasy
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92 Chs

The Writing On The Wall II.

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Shortly after he left, the door opened and Liza walked into the room. This morning, she was wearing a green dress which was my favorite. I admired the fact that she looked beautiful despite everything that had happened to her.

"Good morning, my lady," she bowed and I smiled.

"How was your night, Liza?" I rolled my hair up and tied it to a bun.

"I slept well, my lady. The bed was comfortable," she answered. Liza was different this morning. Something was wrong with her and I saw how anxious she was.

I took my bath and went back to the room. It was neatly arranged. The maids took care of the bed spread I changed this morning.

I sat on the chair in front of the mirror. My reflection surprised me. I did not look like that little girl that worked in this palace for two months.

I have matured within these last few months.