A ROYAL SURPRISE
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  • Reads 35,512
  • Votes 2,386
  • Parts 68
  • Time 7h 2m
Ongoing, First published Jan 12, 2020
Mature
Pregnant, but an unknown father. She has a mother, but not a mom. Her mapped-out life is messed up. Everything suddenly has taken a turn downhill. Even her boyfriend is now a douche bag. 

But he was her breath of fresh air. Her rock when she needed someone. A shoulder for her to cry on.  

She knew him. She knew that he was the most handsome guy she had ever laid eyes on. She knew that he was her knight in shining armor. She knew that she has fallen in love with him in the process of friendship and care. 

What she didn't know, was that he was a Prince.

This is what I call a surprise. 

Or better yet, A Royal Surprise.
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Into The Arms of Dusk

13 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.