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The Crown's Obsession (WN)
- Chapter 868 a year ago
- Chapter 867 a year ago
- Chapter 866 a year ago
The Crown's Obsession (WN)
Fantasy, Romance
ashkn
37K
0
5
About: [Mature content] *No rape*
Despite her uninterest, Madeline Harris is dragged to the Hawthorne’s annual masquerade ball along with her older sister in order to find rich husbands. Madeline gives her best effort to spend the evening unnoticed by anyone, but a silver-masked stranger returns her missing handkerchief before requesting to dance with her. After spending the rest of the evening evading his eager, and arguably aggressive, approach, she returns home only to have a betrothal letter from the King arrive at her house the next day.
Enter his Royal Highness Calhoun Hawthrone, the narcissistic and self-obsessed despot of the entire Devon land, the silver-masked stranger, a man who never takes no for an answer because he never had to.
Coerced into agreeing to a union with the most selfish and evil man she has ever met, will Madeline find a way to escape his clutches and marry the tailor of her dreams before living the simple life she always desired? Or must she accept becoming the wife and queen of a man who treats people as things?
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"Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked when his feet touched the ground and he pushed himself up to start walking towards her. His handsome features looked darker than usual because of the lack of light in the room.
"I came to meet you," he tilted his head, "Where did you go?"
"I went out for a walk," came the quick reply that had him smile, a smile that scared her the most.
She took a step back when he came close to her. It didn't stop him from cornering her, and her back hit the wall behind her. He raised his hand towards her face, and she closed her eyes, scared. She shuddered when his fingers trail down from her temple and her jaw and neck. Her blonde hair was left open.
"In the middle of the night?" she didn't answer him knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. He stepped closer that had her turn her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck,
"Did you go to meet him, my sweet girl?"
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Disclaimer: The cover image does not belong to the author
Despite her uninterest, Madeline Harris is dragged to the Hawthorne’s annual masquerade ball along with her older sister in order to find rich husbands. Madeline gives her best effort to spend the evening unnoticed by anyone, but a silver-masked stranger returns her missing handkerchief before requesting to dance with her. After spending the rest of the evening evading his eager, and arguably aggressive, approach, she returns home only to have a betrothal letter from the King arrive at her house the next day.
Enter his Royal Highness Calhoun Hawthrone, the narcissistic and self-obsessed despot of the entire Devon land, the silver-masked stranger, a man who never takes no for an answer because he never had to.
Coerced into agreeing to a union with the most selfish and evil man she has ever met, will Madeline find a way to escape his clutches and marry the tailor of her dreams before living the simple life she always desired? Or must she accept becoming the wife and queen of a man who treats people as things?
---
"Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked when his feet touched the ground and he pushed himself up to start walking towards her. His handsome features looked darker than usual because of the lack of light in the room.
"I came to meet you," he tilted his head, "Where did you go?"
"I went out for a walk," came the quick reply that had him smile, a smile that scared her the most.
She took a step back when he came close to her. It didn't stop him from cornering her, and her back hit the wall behind her. He raised his hand towards her face, and she closed her eyes, scared. She shuddered when his fingers trail down from her temple and her jaw and neck. Her blonde hair was left open.
"In the middle of the night?" she didn't answer him knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. He stepped closer that had her turn her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck,
"Did you go to meet him, my sweet girl?"
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Disclaimer: The cover image does not belong to the author
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Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)
- Chapter 761 a year ago
- Chapter 760 a year ago
- Chapter 759 a year ago
Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)
Fantasy, Action, Romance
ashkn
12K
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2
About: *Slow burn book*
"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"
The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.
"Bring the man here."
"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.
Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.
"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.
Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.
"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.
Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.
On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.
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Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN
"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"
The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.
"Bring the man here."
"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.
Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.
"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.
Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.
"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.
Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.
On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.
~
Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN