Strange things have been happening in the Appleby Manor.
Disappearing and reappearing jewels, furniture being shifted around on its own, misplaced items when everyone swore that no one had touched them... Not to mention that mysterious creaking every night, and the rats that seem to pop up out of no where.
Hansel Wootton, the manor's stable boy, has been working for a few months when Lady Daugherty, the mistress of the manor, threatens to punish every one of the servants if the culprit of the strange incidences isn't found.
Luckily for the servants, Hansel's got an idea of who the culprit is, only thing left is track her down, a feat harder than it looks. After all, how do you find a ghost?
Meanwhile, Prince Cameron is the epitome of a gentleman.
Handsome, charming, smart and heir to the kingdom's throne, there isn't a single girl in the land who wouldn't want him. Except, maybe, for one girl, a commoner, who doesn't really care for him and his title, but Cameron can't seem to get her out of his mind.
And then there's Joshua. A typical street rat, liar, cheater, deceiver... But inside is a whirlwind of emotions that's threatening to burst out.
Hansel. Cameron. Joshua. Three people so unlike in every way, but together learn to heal, laugh, love, and find kindness even in the darkest of places, ultimately changing the course of their and everyone else's fates forever.
Warning: DARK ROMANCE
Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Prologue
Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out.
Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance.
It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face.
She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his.
His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second.
She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.
Description
Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand.
Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?