"Knock knock! Haha!" I say.
"W-who's t-there?"
I wasn't expecting anyone to reply. Who was this male voice?
"Dishes."
"D-dishes w-who?" He replies. I giggle.
"Dishes a very bad joke!" I state. He laughs whole-heartedly, though still trying to keep quiet.
"U-um, m-my turn?"
"Okay!" I agree.
"Kn-knock knock," he says.
"Who's there?"
"THE DOOR!" He whisper/shouts. I snort, clapping a hand over my mouth, though he couldn't see it.
"That's a good one! My name's Y/N L/N!"
"I-I'm Prince Max Mithzan."
". . . . . ."
"A-are you s-still th-there?"
"Y'know, you should have more confidence in yourself! That stutter isn't exactly gonna help you with politics!"
"Heh, y-yeah. I'll . . . Talk t-to y-you l-l-later?"
"Yeah. Next week, same day, same time."
"Deal."
[]. []. []. [].
Y/N is a just a regular girl, in a rich, wonderful kingdom. If you call a metal-eating jokester normal. She would talk to the prince every week, just to crack jokes, brighten each other's days, and just have fun.
But one day, Max's parents died. And so, upon tradition, the kingdom welcomed him with open arms as their new ruler. But it affected Y/N greatly. And not in a good way.
Y/N's life went downhill from there. Her family lost their money, her parents died from a disease that horribly deformed their faces.
Now, she lives as a homeless thief. Stealing goods left and right. She has even caused death with a simple, stealthy, stab of her (many) dagger(s). Not that she wants to, but because she must.
But what turn of events will bring them back together? And when a threat comes, will she be able to stop it? No matter how hard she tries?
"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes.
"I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do.
Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek.
"Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip.
He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady.
"I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist
"Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch.
How can someone so beautiful be so heartless?
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All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move.
He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants.
What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him?
Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?