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
No One To Help
"Evelyn! Evelyn! Are you inside?"
Evelyn was woken up by the sound of someone knocking on the door of her room. Someone was banging on the door and at the same time shouting for her.
She opened her eyes and looked around the room in confusion for a few moments. Only then did she remember slowly and slowly why she was here and what happened before she had come here.
The past few nights she had not been getting enough sleep so she didn't get to know while sitting on the bed and waiting for Arthur to leave the house when she fell asleep.
"Evelyn!"
The voice came again and Evelyn came out of her thoughts. She hurriedly walked to the door on recognizing the voice and opened the door.
"Evelyn, what are you doing here?"
It was Oliver who was standing outside and asking her this question. Instead of answering his question, Evelyn stepped forward and hugged his waist tightly.
"Evelyn…"