EmmelineRouge

“No matter where I am, even when there’s nothing left on this Earth, I’ll love you, everlastingly.” 
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She was a duchess of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world, aka Sophia Windsor; he, a prince from a kingdom just as powerful and influential, the infamous Nicholas Ambrose. She, aromantic. He, cold and bitter.
 
He wanted to marry for his kingdom’s sake, whilst she had no intentions of marrying or falling in love, having seen how love destroyed the people she loved and cared about. 
 
And yet, they crossed paths. 
 
So when the two meet under such circumstances, will their love be restored? Would their spark overcome any decision of theirs they had made in the past?
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[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

It was merely a few seconds later before Nicholas had kissed her, lips slamming against each other as Sophia deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, only making the kiss all the more passionate as the room’s temperature became scorching hot. 
 
Nicholas wrapped his muscular arm around Sophia’s waist, only successfully managing to weaken Sophia’s knees, ridding her of any other thoughts except how much she desired him at that very moment, how much she wanted him, just him.
 
The next things that were said and done seemed a huge blur as the next thing she remembered seemed to be the unbuckling of his belt, and the unbuttoning of his shirt; the unzipping of her gown - not that it was of value to either of them when they tore their clothes apart in a mad rush.
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Behold, the first of my works, the whirlwind romance novel, also known as Everlastingly Loving You. Hope you all enjoy! 
 
xoxo, EmmelineRouge 
 
P.S. The cover of this novel isn’t mine.
P.S.S. This book is on hiatus, check out 'Her Devilish Alpha' which is my current project!

Everlastingly Loving You

Who could it be that she'd fallen in love with?

Who managed to steal the heart of the Samarisian Countess?

Sophia knew damn well who, and all she needed was confirmation.

Clarisse had made it more than easy to figure out who - and although she refused to admit she did, nearly everyone in the Beldovian Palace knew.

News had spread that Clarisse and Blaine had broken up - everyone in the Beldovian Palace that passed by Clarisse shot her looks of pity which only made her feel worse.

Oliver reminded himself why he was doing this.

Clarisse had tasked him in making sure Blaine brought all her things back to the Beldovian Palace.

He couldn't help but agree to do her a favor. What he wasn't keen to do though… was to meet Blaine.

'Why couldn't he have gotten someone else to pack up her things and bring them to the palace?' He wondered to himself, before hearing his name called.

"Oliver," Blaine called, waking over to him.

THE ENTIRE TIME, HE KNEW?