Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

How To Avoid Sleep While Studying Late Night

MARRIED TO THE NIGHT KING

Helel painfully watched as the girl he cared for got hanged in front of the whole town. After he returned back to the palace, he made up his mind to deal with queen Helena and her minions. he had found love in the brown haired girl who had come along with the royal tailor, the king wanted to host a great ball for all creatures and all the royals needed new outfits for the ceremony. Helel was not interested in any of these but had to do what his father wanted, he only came back to make the lives of some people a living hell before sending them to hell one after the other. he came out of the bathroom and found a brownie not too curvey lady staring at carvings on his walls, he stood there admiring her features and hiding his highly intimidating presence and she still looked in owe, her jaws dropped when her eyes landed on a half naked prince. He had a white towel around his waist and his hair dripping wet on his shoulder driving down his chiseled chest and her eyes wondered even more, his well packaged body was undeniably lovely, his fine pacs and the v shape it gave from his sides that hid inside the towel. he cleared his throat before her brown eyes landed on his beautiful face, her lips parted again as if she was trying to make a drawing of this beautiful scene in her head, the smile on his face turned into a frown and he cleared his throat again, staring at her hard. she bowed her head and took few steps backwards with her face turning pink out of embarrassment, she sucked in her lower lip trying her best to not make it shiver. " what do you want?" his deep voice broke the silence and her eyes shakily moved to meet his dark red orbs that flickered with something she couldn't pinpoint. she froze when he started moving, he was so close that their bodies met, his face coming into view and she held her breath. his cold gaze landed on her and he could see right through her, he stretched his hand and for a moment she thought the vampire prince was going to kill her. he opened the wardrobe behind to pull out white shirt and black pants before pulling away from her to wear the shirt, "did your tongue get pulled out of your mouth, speak! I don't have all day" he said in an irritated tone and Constance swallowed, taking in a deep breath she mastered to talk still with her head down not meeting that strange beauty of a man. "my prince, the king sent me to get your measurements...... am sorry for my imprudence, I didn't know-" her words cut short because Helel was done with it, " do what you are here to do and leave!" he said so cold that Constance shivered, she was no human so why was she so weak in front of the prince?
Beatrice_Khaylly · 24.1K Views

To Late to Regret My Dear emperor

In the vast and breathtaking empire of Robelian, a land renowned for its wealth, beauty, and prosperity, none are more feared than its ruler, Ludwig De Robelian. Known for his relentless ambition and ruthless approach to warfare, Ludwig strikes terror into the hearts of all who oppose him. Once a fair and strategic leader, he has become a conqueror of kingdoms, one who will not hesitate to destroy any who dare to stand in his path. His enemies whisper tales of his cruelty, of villages burned to ash and royal families brought to their knees, all to satisfy his insatiable hunger for power. Even his allies tread carefully, aware that his allegiance is as sharp and unforgiving as the blade he wields. They say that when Ludwig rides to battle, a shroud of darkness falls over the land, as though the very air quakes in fear of his wrath. The woman screamed, clutching the bed sheets as another wave of pain swept over her. Her face glistened with sweat, and her breaths came in desperate gasps. Outside the small house, a cloaked figure approached, hood shadowing his face. He paused at the door, listening to the cries within, then slowly raised his hand to knock. Inside, an elderly midwife, worn by years of hardship, rushed between the woman in labor and a boiling pot of water. Her voice was gentle yet firm. "Hold on, my dear, it won’t be long now. Just one more push." The woman bit her lip, focusing her strength on the final surge. Her child’s first cry filled the air, mingling with her relieved sigh. The midwife wrapped the newborn in a coarse but warm blanket and held the child close. She whispered, "A fine, strong baby. I wonder what fate awaits you." Just then, the door creaked open, and the cloaked man stepped in. His voice was cold yet commanding. "Is it done?" The midwife turned, her face paling. She bowed slightly, clutching the baby protectively. "Yes, my lord. The child is born." The man pulled back his hood, revealing the chiseled features of a soldier scarred from battle. His eyes glinted with ambition. "So, Ludwig de Robelian has an heir." Elizabeth was shocked , when she hears those words, the man that she love the most Just said those sharp words that broke her the most ... Will Elizabeth find a way to find her happiness or she will continue to endure the cold treatment and the abusive husband that she love for five years
Rey_zel · 5.3K Views
Related Topics
More