In fairy tale, the spinning wheel made the princess fall into her deep sleep, a sleep like death from which she will never awaken. But mine was a different kind of story, in my own fairy tale spinning wheel was not this kind of evil... Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016
He pinned her frail body on the mattress with his body leaving no room for her to move . Her heart was beating frantically when he pinned her wrists above her head , cutting any movement whatsoever . Every inch of her body was pressed against his hard muscles. His gaze unnerved her. His threatening fangs were making...