|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

For six and a half years, I'd been Orion's ol' lady. So I thought. When I went to tell him that I was, against all odds, pregnant, he informed me that I had been part of his cover for his undercover work. He didn't want me or our baby. Fine. He wasn't the only one with a secret life.

College Senior, Gracie Taylor was living in a hell of her own making, stuck in a toxic relationship with no end in sight and losing hope with every passing day that her life could be anything different. On the brink of giving up and accepting her misery as an ever-present part of her life, Gracie discovers that happiness isn't out of her reach and that knights don't always wear shining armor...sometimes they wear boxing gloves.

This story takes place in England, 1760, some years before lady Georgia sadly married Lord Walter Pearson at the young age of sixteen. Four years later, Lord Pearson tragically lost his life in a duel to his former lover's husband. Now, widowed from a marriage that was far from love lady Georgia was only grateful for having her only daughter, Luella. Thankfully, Georgia's Aunt, Lady Willoughby saves her just in time summoning them both to her country seat. After, three long years of mourning all the while avoiding further scandal, she couldn't help the day when she noticed His Grace, the Duke of Richmond. He has seemed to be assuming residence in his country seat in the large vast lands which happened to lie just adjacent to the Willoughby's. The Duke of Richmond never bothered to visit his country seat which was his vast reality of the wife and children that he didn't have to accompany him. He had closed that part off from himself after being scarred and burned long ago... So when it just so happens that he notices a woman he's quite never seen before, and her sweet little angle daughter seemingly residing on the lands that have always been adjacent to his country seat estate, which he never bothered to reside in, he couldn't help but feel something pulling at his heart. . . All along it was the key to unlock it. Rated: Mature🔥 {#1 in COURTSHIP} {#1 REGENCY-ERA} {#1 REGENCY}