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In Love With A Prince✔️
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  • Parts 42
  • Time 1h 56m
  • Reads 961,079
  • Votes 26,416
  • Parts 42
  • Time 1h 56m
Complete, First published Jun 01, 2019
Malia, a poor girl who worked as a maid in a palace to get enough money to help her sick mother and support herself and her sister...... then she meets Prince Anderson.....

Read to find out the interesting journey of Malia....

Ranking:

#8 in romance
#1 in queen
#1 in prince
#1 in anderson
#1 in malia
#1 in support
#2 in royalty
#1 in twins
#1 in king
#1 in maid
#1 in poor
#1 in betrayal
#3 in wattyawards
#1 in rich
#2 in pregnant
#1 in family
#4 in heart break
#2 in blackmail
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Into The Arms of Dusk

14 parts Ongoing

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.