Hatetolovetrope Stories

Arabella was next in line for the throne in her beautiful kingdom of Elysia. Arabella never wanted the title and was quite the rebel, but on the other hand, Prince Varian of Verendus always followed his fathers rules. Their kingdoms have waged war for centuries, until they decide to form an alliance through marriage. What could possibly go wrong?

"Why can't I move on just the way you did easily?" I was hurt I was so hurt "I never moved on and I will not until my last breath" He voice was mixture of guilty and calmness

His eyes send chills down my spine as his touch burns me. I refuse to meet his hazel eyes as they whisper to me how much I mean nothing to him. His thrusts occasionally reward me for my fake obedience and my body screams for more. Mr. Important has forbidden me to bite his neck, but I'm going to do it anyway. I leave behind a big blue bruise on his neck. When I breathe my last breath together, he disappears into the unknown of the dark night. I've been out of reach for so long that I deserve one fling. That's what I think until I meet Mr. Important moving into my apartment.