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

The bard had stopped their instruments, the dancers and joke tellers stood still as if they've been hypnotized by something as they all watched me.


All movement had stopped since I asked Leviathan to marry me. The entire space was now so quiet as all eyes were on me.


Right now I wish more than ever to hide away from their eyes. A few of those gazes were glares and others were shock with their mouths hanging open


I know what they must be thinking, 'It's strange for a lady to ask a man to marry her', but I did, shamelessly, cause I was so upset and jealous of Lydia, which I now regret. Maybe I should have just walked away but I was only following what Gandhi had told me.


His black eyes narrow on me, and just like that, I know I've overstepped. My stomach tightens for an entirely new reason now. I've lost him. I've torn the playfulness off like a ragged strip of parchment. Handsome features harden, charm cooling like snow over coals. 


WILL YOU MARRY ME?