Kourtney_Sspears

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

My eyes moved through every inch of the hall, there was not a single soul I was familiar with. I was yet to find Leviathan or any of his men around the hall.


I walked to one of the seats placed around several round tables, all gold, to seat.


"He must be the one you have chosen. That demon." A feminine voice came from behind me and I turned around to where the voice came from.


She looked like a goddess with red curly hair and bright green eyes. She sat, the skirt of her lilac-hued gown falling like liquid around her legs. She looks nothing less than a human, and a normal one.


"You look so much like that stupid man Gerald." My eyes widened at her words.


"You know my father?" I stared down at her suspiciously. Perhaps, could she be one of Asmodeus's people sent to take me away like before?


A brush of ice slithered across my nape as I watched her every move. She just stared at me without another word for a split second before clearing her throat to speak.


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