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

It's been three days since I locked myself up in the room and only let the door open when the maids arrived. I hadn't seen Leviathan since the night we argued, I could go see him if I wanted but I didn't know what to say when I do.


I was hunted by the things I said to him before he varnished, words that tortured me to this day. 


I had openly picked his brother over him, and unlike the usual Leviathan who would try to scold me or do anything, he varnished. Just like air, he varnished and I didn't hear a single word from him again.


He has been avoiding me since we got here and I didn't understand why.


A faint knock was heard on my door, I groan slightly forcing myself out of bed as I went ahead to open it. 


"Good morning my lady, how was your night?" Gandhi stepped in with a basket of new clothes and bedding like she does every morning for the past three days. 


She's an old lady with the best heart. She reminds me so much of Hannah.


PRACTICE 1