A Crown of Teeth and Thorns
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture6h 33m
Dernière publication mar., juil. 14, 2026
She wasn't chosen gently.
She was given.
Roya was never meant to be chosen.
Human. Powerless. Invisible in a world ruled by monsters.
Until one night-she made the mistake of defying one.
Now she's been taken.
Not as a prisoner.
Not as a guest.
But as something far more dangerous.
A possession.
Ciaran Thornvale doesn't ask. He decides.
And he has decided she belongs to him.
But Roya isn't the kind to bow.
And in a kingdom built on power, blood, and control-
defiance has consequences.
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