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Raping An Innocent Girl

Innocent Bride

R-18 CONTENT AVAILABLE. A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I stood trembling before him with my eyes fixed downward in a mixture of fear and defiance. I knew I had disobeyed his direct order and now I must face the consequences. His chiseled features seemed to harden as he stared at me with his piercing eyes burning with intensity. "You were told to stay in the room," his deep, velvety voice resonated through the dimly lit space, sending shivers down my spine. "You were explicitly instructed not to leave. Yet, you deliberately disobeyed me." My gaze remained fixed on the floor, my heart raced with anticipation. I knew I had crossed a line this time. He began to circle around me, his powerful strides eating up the distance. His broad shoulders and lean waist seemed to radiate an aura of raw power, making my breath hitch in my throat. "You know the rules," he said, his voice dripped with an unsettling calmness. "You know what happens when you disobey me." As he stopped behind me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His warm breath whispered against my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin. His lips brushed against my earlobe, making my pulse quicken. "You will be punished," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "And you will learn to obey me." Without warning, he spun me around, forcing me to face the large, mirror hanging on the wall. My eyes widened as he grasped my wrists, holding them captive behind my back. His chest pressed against my back as his heat radiated into me. "Look at yourself," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear. "Look at the disobedient girl staring back at you." As I gazed into the mirror, I felt his eyes burning into my soul. His grip on my wrists tightened, and I felt a surge of fear mixed with anticipation. what is this feeling?
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A girl an A boy, Blood & Love

This world is not just adorned with rolling hills, winding rivers, and vast forests—it is also steeped in an unending history of war. In the beginning, all things coexisted in harmony. That was until humans set foot on this land. They carved out territories, built mighty kingdoms, and from there, a rigid hierarchy took root. Kings reigned at the pinnacle of power, nobles ruled with arrogance, commoners endured in silence, and slaves languished in chains of despair. But humans were not the sole inhabitants of this world. Alongside them thrived countless other mysterious races: Elves, graced with ethereal beauty and superior intellect; Beastmen, endowed with razor-sharp instincts and raw strength; Mermaids, enigmatic beings lurking beneath the waves; and many more. Between them lay fragile treaties, alliances laced with distrust, and hostilities simmering beneath the surface—all weaving a grand tapestry of power struggles and betrayal. In this world, the sword was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of honor and supremacy. A single master swordsman could alter the fate of an entire dynasty, and only the strongest could carve their names into the annals of history. But history was a cycle. Kingdoms rose and crumbled, dynasties flourished and fell. People believed that, no matter how fierce the storm, everything would eventually return to its destined order. Until the birth of that girl. Bang! The doors to the great hall burst open, slamming against the walls with a thunderous crash. The air trembled, candle flames flickering as if stirred by an unseen force. "Hurry! Report at once!" A guard rushed in, his face pale, breath ragged. His armor, damp with sweat, clung to his body as if he had sprinted from the city gates without pausing for even a moment. At the center of the hall, the king—a middle-aged man with eyes as sharp as a blade—slowly set his goblet down. Silence gripped the room as all eyes turned toward the breathless messenger. "Speak," the king commanded, his voice calm yet laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of danger. The guard swallowed hard, his voice unsteady. "Your Majesty… Prophet Babade… she passed away moments after delivering her final prophecy!" A heavy silence descended. A few officials exchanged uneasy glances, and the king’s gaze darkened ever so slightly. "What?" His voice was quiet, yet its weight was undeniable. "Explain." The guard bowed his head, his fists clenched in a futile attempt to steady himself. "Your Majesty… before she died, she left behind one last prophecy. A prophecy that will shake the world to its core." The air grew thick with tension. "What did she say?" the king demanded, his voice now a low growl. The guard inhaled sharply, then uttered the words that would send ripples across the world: "A new era is upon us. And with it… the very survival of humanity will be threatened—by a child."
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