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Leviathan's Love for a Tailor's Heart

Hades, a devildom renowned for the beautiful silver-grey walls of its palace nestled in the mountainous terrain, unfolds its tale in the 18th century. The palace stands within walking distance of Lavender Town, a quaint human village, and a dense forested area. Ruled by the legendary-grade devil King Leviathan, the palace is adorned with loyal subordinates: Foras, Barbatos, and Glasyalabolas, all special-grade devils. Their unwavering loyalty is so profound that they are willing to sacrifice their lives if King Leviathan were to perish. One fateful night, a legendary-grade devil infiltrated Hades with the intention of killing King Leviathan to usurp his throne. Using his hypnotic abilities, he seized control of all the devils in the palace, leaving Leviathan unaffected. Faced with the dilemma of not wanting his devils to suffer, Leviathan surrendered and was beheaded. His body was discarded into the human village but he miraculously alive. But, where did his head go? He encountered Harumi, a skilled tailor who generously offered her home for him to stay and help him to find his head, so he could create a revenge strategy in proper body. In return, she wished for exceptionally expensive fabric from Hades. As partners in crime, they embarked on a perilous journey together and amidst the chaos. Romantic feelings began to form from one of them. Peace arrives, the question arises: Why did the evil force want to kill the ruler of Hades? Will they be together at the end of mission or separate ways? Will one of them be possessed, if yes? Which one of them? Is there a love triangle? The tale unfolds, revealing the destiny of these unlikely allies and bigger challenges to come. *I have wattpad too, @/ dreamLand45 Character of story is from "What In Hell is Bad" game. Cover page- https://pin.it/3NshkOT
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Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
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