Target to a Demon

Target to a Demon

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"When that pretty little heart is finally yours, I want it ripped from her chest with no mercy. I want to see the look of betrayal in her eyes knowing you, the one she loved, was the one to bring her to her knees." // When an evil demon king wants the magic that his neighboring kingdom possesses, a powerful princess rises to power to protect it. In order to bring the princess to her demise, the king sends his son, a demon prince, to not only to manipulate her heart and make her fall in love with him, but to kill her once and for all. But what happens when love overpowers all? Join the characters on this journey of love, magic, and jealousy. ** Cover made by --misinterpreted, check out her work! It's truly amazing!
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He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

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