Da_Rose

She had only returned to share in her sister's joy, but she found herself walking down the aisle in her sister's wedding dress! Her groom wasn't who she had ever imagined being married to. Mysterious, dark and cruel were how they described him, and she expected nothing more. 

With a promise to protect herself and her identity, she sets off to her new home, failing to list the other things she must protect. How does she protect her heart and body from a husband who was bent on senselessly seducing his wife?

How does she tell her body not to feel when his hands kept crawling over her, setting her on heat, and teasing every inch of her?

But the most important question remained; who was she even married to? The devil or an angel in disguise?




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"Look at me," She heard his magnetic voice say, and like a hypnotised baby, her eyes slowly fluttered open to the hot and overwhelming gaze of his divinely looking eyes.

"What do you want, Elleanor?" His sensuously hooded voice asked, causing ripples to blaze through her skin.

Her mouth hung open as she tried to stop herself, but the more she watched him stare at her, the more something stirred inside of her, "I- I want you to touch me," She whispered. 

........
With this union, she must unlearn all she ever knew and learn the mysterious things that existed in this world, but most importantly, she must learn her true purpose because no one was created without one.

The Wrong Bride!

The moment Laila stepped out of the library, Sanaiah manifested in front of her with a deep glare in her eyes.

"Engel, would not appreciate you dropping into his house." Laila said with a non-chalant tone. Her tone showed she wasn't bothered that she stood before an elder.

"He would not like you here either." Sanaiah replied.

"He hates me less." Laila told her.

"He hates us all, including himself."

"Well then, I guess I should stick around him more." Laila shrugged, before attempting to leave.

"What do you think you're doing, Lai? You've been warned from helping her." Sanaiah said. Her eyes staring ahead and not bothering to look at the girl who was now glaring at her.

Laila felt immense anger scourge through her veins when she heard her. She turned sideways to look at Sanaiah. "And what do you gain from seeing her suffer? Hasn't she suffered enough? And now, what you still want more?"

A Dream Not A Nightmare