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The Tyrant King's Accursed Princess

°°Mature Content°° [A razed kingdom, scorched earth – I would burn the world to ashes, invoke the tempests of war if that's what it takes to make you mine, my love] ..... She was cursed that any man who would touch her would die after she bled, and turned into a woman.Her fiancé, whom she loved with all her heart, left, shattering her soul when he learned the truth that she was not for sharing his bed. She vowed to never let any man into her heart, until he came. The arrogant, obnoxious self centered man. She doesn't want to do anything with him, yet she finds himself in the arms of him everytime, and to her surprise her curse doesn't work on him. How much she wanted to kill him with her own hands.. ..... Savage and Ruthless. If his name struck terror in the hearts of the weapons the soldiers wielded, causing them to flee in fear, his mere presence transformed battlefields into rivers of crimson. Handsome and wicked, women were drawn to him like moths to a flame, mesmerized by his dangerous allure. Yet, this tyrant was brought to his knees by a woman as fierce as she was beautiful. And he would not stop at nothing to acquire her heart. Alas, he found it was not easy, for her hatred for men had encased her heart in ice. Can this ice-cold tyrant ignite her frozen heart once more? .... "Wider," He commanded. How much wider does he want? Without complaining, she stretched her mouth beyond, torturing her jaw. "Not enough! Wider." "How much wider must I open for such a small fruit?" She scowled at him. "I have already stretched my mouth wider enough to accommodate an oversized banana." She wondered if he was aiming the fruit into her mouth or secretly studying her teeth arrangement. "The wider your mouth," His lips lazily drawled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "The better the chance of accommodating right on the target where your taste buds are yearning, my dear." ...... Cover picture rights to the owner.  

ainsley · Fantasy
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104 Chs

Her first menstruation cycle

A sudden ache stirred deep within her womb, coursing through her abdomen the instant his fingers brushed against her skin. What is this feeling? Yet, in a fleeting moment, it disappeared.

She sucked in her breath, her waist wrapped by his large fingers in a protective hold. Dusen held her hand protectively, standing to her right. So it's not his hand that circled her waist. "Careful, princess." A gentle murmur, infused with tenderness, reached her from the left, confirming her suspicions. "It seems you always need my help."

Is this arrogant peacock mocking me?

Dusen's glare shot daggers at Arazhan, wordlessly conveying a message: back of your hand from her. The audacity of this bastard, touching her so intimately when even he refrained from such actions.

Arazhan languidly gave Dusen a look conveying him a message: My intentions are genuine. I only meant to protect her from falling. Arazhan released his hand on her waist, but not before giving a gentle squeeze upon the arc.