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

I tossed to the far edge of the bed, burying my head under the pillow and away from the annoying sounds.

Heavens above, which crack nut is disturbing my beauty sleep?

I stretched my hand out of the blankets, pat... pat... pat, grabbed the source of annoyance and hit the decline button.

Before I could toss the phone Hanna gave me last to the floor where it belongs, it freaking buzzed again.

Whoever this is, don't they know when you decline a call you absolutely do not want to be disturbed?

I very unwilling answered the call, my eyes still closed inside the quilt.

"Hypocrite! I dare you to reject my call one more time. I dare you, Que."

Of course, it's Soph. I moved the phone away from my eyes but I could still hear her loud and clear.

(S)154. Guacamole