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All through her life Eleanor has been told of how ruthless and merciless the night creature tend to be. She has read books and scrolls about what they did and have been told tales of never getting close to those people.

But when she turned of age, her heartless father had indeed given her out to the king of this night creatures.

On the night of her wedding, rather than her husband, Eleanor was taken by another demon. A more ruthless and mean demon.

He's the scariest of them all. The most powerful demon that ever existed. One wave of his fingers and a fruitful land turns into an inhospitable dry land.

He is a rumoured living god. 

He's danger.

He's one to be wary of.

The one people run away from just at the sight of him. 

She had summoned him without an idea and a bond was formed.

He hated her for tying herself to him. He hated to be disturbed by a mere human princess. He wanted to kill her, to get rid of her, but he couldn't.

A mate bond is the strongest of all bond. There's no way out of it. He knew if he harmed her he would be harming himself too.
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"You can stay, but I'll never have anything to do with you. You'll never have my love or affection."

And just when Leviathan thought he was done with the human princess, he could feel all of her emotions. Her pain. Her happiness, and slowly, the mighty king found his dark heart drawn to the human princess. 

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Trapped By The Devils Heir

I stepped out of the dressing room once I was done, and a maid led me to the waiting room. I could already feel my heart beating loudly in my chest, I was anxious about who it was. About who had found me? My fingers trembled lightly but I hid them behind my dress.


The guards standing by the door of the room bowed before pushing the door open and I was welcomed by a familiar figure. My stomach sank, body turned rigid, skin pale as all colours drained from my face at the sight of him.


Father was the last person I wanted to see. Now I had seen him, I didn't think I wanted to go back home anymore. He frowned at the sight of me. It seems he was upset, but what is he upset about?


"Hello, Father." The formal greeting rolled off my tongue easily after almost twenty years of practice.


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