12 parts Ongoing MatureThe king is mysteriously murdered. In respond to this tragic event the staff of Terra City Palace create a competition where 17 years old throughout the city have the chance at the crown.
Words spread, whispers stir, thousands of teenagers aching for a chance of glory and wealth. Lily Ardeath and her friends decide to take the entrance exam as a cruel joke- only to find out she passes and is deemed one of the 25 competitors.
As the torturous year begins, she's surrounded by the most aggravating and high-class arseholes the city has seen- and one in particular;
Malyn Bellator.
Endless bickering, polar opposites, both in the fight for the throne.
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He marched after, as she strutted away with her gown following effortlessly behind her, even in stress she was beautiful.
"Don't run away now darling." He taunted, his steps coming to a halt as she turned around and pressed him against the wall.
She snatched her knife from her thigh and held it to his throat, his smirk growing bigger and bigger as she tilted the sharpness to his delicate skin.
"I could kill you right now, burn you or wrap my hands around your throat and kill you." She muttered angrily.
"You could, but you won't." He shot back.
She pressed the knife further in to his neck, his gold chain dangling below her hand.
"Why's that?" She sneered, wondering why he wasn't more upset.
"Because deep down I know you want that knife dragging along your body, as those hands are tied to my bedposts, and your completely naked skin is aching and shaking for me to fuck the shit out of you, over and over and over, again." He faded into a whisper.
The grip on her knife loosen and so did the knots in her stomach. Without thought he smashed her against the wall, grabbed her chin with his large hand and pinned the other next to her head.
"Not so cocky are we now?" He poked.
"Fuck- you-" she choked out as her lips were smushed together.
"Not yet."
