Arabian Nights - The city time had forgot - completed
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  • Reads 230,650
  • Votes 10,543
  • Parts 21
  • Time 8h 20m
Complete, First published Apr 08, 2017
Mature
Elena is on a mission to find her father, who was looking for the ruins of Kasadar. Prince Hassan trapped in the city time forgot, and hears about the strange woman in his country, bringing her to him, hoping to fulfil the legend, and set his people free. He must make her his bride. She has other idea on that. A modern day woman, who spoke her mind, and had never come across such a man before, a throw back from times past. However, under the magic of Arabian's Nights could they fall in love? Was she really a part of the legend that would set him and his people free? She does have her own secret that could ruin everything.
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Into The Arms of Dusk

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November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. She had never strayed, betrayed, abandoned. She'd been stalwart, true, loving. To her, he was her everything. But to him, she was only a secret. He was a prince and she was merely his lover. • Dismount your high horse. come take claim of the girl you ruined. Come lay eyes upon the desolation you left in your wake. Do you not hear the devil at your shoulder sharpening his daggers? He sits heavy on your subconscious. Dauntingly smirking at me from afar. Enough of his wretched sins, speak to me with your eyes and perhaps somewhere, some day, at less miserable times, we may repent. In the arms of dusk.