The Masked prince
"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
King Derrick
In the grand court of the Royal Palace, the guard announced the arrival of the King. All the ministers stood up from their seats immediately in order to welcome the King.
Their heads were bowed as King entered the court.
King Derrick, the sole ruler of now big Empires, Alfaros and Zamorin entered the court with a cold expression on his face. His aura screamed and demanded authority and submission.
Without raising their heads, the ministers seemed to sense that the king had already entered the court as there was this sudden change in the atmosphere as soon as the King entered.
Derrick walked to the throne and two of his servants who were following him immediately took their place behind the throne.
Sitting on the throne, Derrick looked majestic just as a king should look like.
His blue eyes were cold and indifferent and his beautiful face and masculine body could surprise anyone if they come to know of his age.