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James And Lily Falling In Love

When darkness falls in love

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.
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I Was Not Supposed To Fall In Love !

Delicate as a flower, innocence of a newborn child, beauty that could put angels to shame and the kindest of all. That's who Veneesa Des Flazear is, or thats who I, Bella Ser Mosique, am supposed to be. The sole purpose of existence is to seduce the crown prince, become the future mistress, destroy the order of this nation and then finally pave way for my people to invade this kingdom. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been trained for this mission. Comabt training, acting, geographical knowledge, expertise in herbology, weapon knowledge, social psychology and manipulation, financial knowledge and what not. I was raised to tackel anything thrown at me. This mission is more important to me than anything, and nothing shall ever come between me and my goal. All the efforts that I have done will become fruitful. If I survive throughout the mission then I will become the hero of my kingdom. I most probably will die. And I have mentally prepared myself for that as well. I was raised to become emotionless, so that I do not bond with anyone during the mission. The only emotion I ever felt was passion. Passion to see this kingdom to burn in front my very eyes. --------------------------------------------- " This is NOT how it was supposed to happen. " She said in a trembling voice. Tears threatening to fall. " Then how was it supposed to be. " He chuckled as he caressed her head. " I was supposed to seduce you. I was supposed to use you. Thats what the plan had always been. And once everything was done, I was supposed to kill you. " She said, her head hung low. Daring not to meet the eyes of the prince. " But, what happened ? Why did you go against the mission ? " He asked, his hand gently lifting her face to look into her diamond eyes. " I- " She was at a loss for words. " Hmm? You ? " " I... I " Tears fell. She could not understand why he looked at her with such a soft gaze when she said she was supposed to kill him. She sobbed uncontrollably. " Oh dear, alright I am sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you. " He chuckled as he pulled her into his soft embrace. His hand rubbed her back as she soaked the nape of his fine satin shirt.
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