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Just...what exactly are you doing?!"
"Being greedy...what else?"

She gasped as he pulled her in his arms, encircling his muscular black shirt covered ones around her slim waist. Her eyes widened even more when she felt all his pectorals and muscles underneath his shirt through her flimsy nightgown.

Her lips trembled when she felt him tilt her chin. "B-but I'm your brother's fiance..." His luscious lips stopped halfway at this. 

"Then I hope he won't mind if I steal away his unattended, unhappy fiance forever..."


Isleen Liberine, the only daughter of Duke Frederick was sent to her in-laws house before her marriage, just like any other daughter of a noble. But here's the twist....Isleen is NOT like the other daughters of nobles. So when her family successfully persuades her to get married to the proud Count of Heathanne's son, Daniel...she immediately retaliates, only to be subdued with a heavy hand.

But what our wild Isleen didn't expect to discover was something that'd turn her life in a three sixty degree manner...or maybe finally allow her to spread her wings of freedom?
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Abused, bruised and beaten...the only things which 'the untitled' Rhysand knew was pain. So when a warm ray of sunshine penetrates his cold world, he's desperate to grasp it no matter the consequence. But what he doesn't expect is that sunshine to be none other than his brother's fiance!?..
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~Thê Untîtlêd is a story of a whirlwind forbidden romance and the desperate attempts to live your dreams.~

Thê Ûntîtlêd

The guy was frozen on spot and took quite a few seconds to install in his mind what was actually going on, but by now those hot breaths and lips have been removed his making his lips parched and itchy to taste some more of those supple ones. Both of them were in a dazedly conscious state as they bore holes into each other's pupils in the dark.

"Hey I see think those two are in here." The tall pursuer told his lackey in a breathless tone as both of them stood at the mouth of the very narrow alley where their prey has taken shelter.

"Really dude? How can ya tell?" the short heighted lackey exclaimed at the former fellow.

The other one hit at the back of the short one in return and tsked; "Can't you see two silhouettes, ya bloody fool?"

The short predator scrunched up his eyebrows and tried to peer the spoken silhouettes that his fellow had talked about, but, his partner didn't waste another second as he started to approach the spotted silhouettes.

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