Blooming_Safflower

Who knew that a tiny cut to the finger would hook her to the dark lord?

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Hell broke loose when the bloodthirsty demon prince and conquerer of the underworld was bonded to a brainless underling by a ring. For generations his ancestors ruled the world with the powerful ring. One day, it vanished from the surface of earth and their power slowly diminished. After searching for it for so long to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, it finally appeared...

 bonded to a human girl....

and being the direct decendant of the great king and the righful owner of the ring, it enslaved him.

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Frustrated, Que felt like screaming and punching him, but sadly she couldn't do either.

Wiggling her butt, she slid down from his midriff when his hand left her butt briefly only to land back sharply with a smack.

Silence.

Silence

More silence.

"Did...did you just spank me?"

"Stay still."

"That gave you no right to hit me!"

"I'll do it again."

"Get your paws off me!"

"You are the one straddling me."

"It was an accident! What were you trying to do?"

"That's what they all say."

"You... unbelievable!" With a swift motion, he shifted until she was underneath him, his weight crushing her.

"Silence I said..." He growled into her ears a large paw covering her mouth. With his free hand he switched off the light.

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As a famous doom bringer, Que was avoided by everyone. If her childhood sweetheart could abandon her, who wouldn't? 

Something definitely smells fishy when she got a marriage proposal out of the blue right after her engagement was called off. What's more, its to be signed in three days! 

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Hi... Yours Truly here,

Cover not mine,credit goes to the owner.

Married to the Demon Prince

[Just wait till I do away with the useless bond, then you'll know just who you've messed with.]

He hated the fact that he couldn't kill her no matter how much he wanted.

He even hated his subordinates more for having to see him like this.

The cut on the cat's leg had crust, it must've been injured for hours. I figured it'll be best if I disinfect it. I intend to ask Hanna for the first aid box but ever since she disappeared into the house, there wasn't a trace of her anywhere.

I walked back to the kitchen with little charcoal in my arms. When I came in, the mute old cook ignored my presence just like before and focused on making a giant pile of breakfast.

Is this all for the master? This is so biased. In all my stay here although the food has always been good, it was nowhere near this. I'm the mistress of the house, don't I deserve better as well?

(S)120. Personal Guard