[ WARNING: Mature Content ]

[Completed]

In a household where the only holding genuine bloodline is her, Ewelina Orteu is betrayed and sold to the sole Archduke of the Zaarmideos Kingdom, whose nature is of treacherous essence such as the domain he rules over. 

Wedded to an unknown groom, she is now sent to his residency where sights she never fathomed to witness await her. As well as the fated encounter with him who is Ewelina's spouse and owner. 

Foreordained, the couple's first meeting threatens their present... Concealing a truth she is yet to unveil... Along with the beginning of the souls Luring Nights.

|| Extract || 

Gasping sounds along with a woman's soft melted voice could be heard in the dark chamber. 

Solely illuminated by the clear moon that slid rudely into the wedded's privacy, two silhouettes emerged from the sheets as the light fall of raindrops gifted nature's melody to their night... As well as the freshness their heated figures continued to need, even in the midst of such weather. 

"a..ahn...!... huff... Husb– ha...!" — The woman continued to puff in a weak voice. 


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This is my second book. As it is, this novel differs from my first one of course. You will notice on its tone. Yet, I hope you will like it as much. 

The first eleven chapters are so you get how Ewelina ended up in her situation ^^. This story fully starts after said chapter. Be expectant for the following chapters. 

Happy reading. 
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Tags: #R18 #Reincarnation #Historical #Fantasy #Drama #Romance #Smut

Read my first book!:

   • You Think I Won't Talk?


This is an original Story ^^

Author: XimenoideX

Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure

Again silence between the children reigned. However, their wildness was part of their character. The fear was easily dismissed to retort the strong Leader warning them. Being that impulsive one was who spoke first. 


“Why am I to be remembered as pathetic?! That’s not the truth! I am not pathetic!!” 


“That’s right! We won't be lost defeated! We aren't pathetic!” 


“So you call me a liar again… You’re not pathetic but brainless, Ivahr.” 


“Tsk! You cursed Myrkzver!!” — Walking back to retrieve his axe, Ivahr wished revenge against the indifferent Archduke. Committing yet another mistake. 


The steps of the child halted at the serenity he portrayed in his body, loosely holding the long blade that now seemed more deathly in his possession. Yet it was the conviction of the eyes that apparently watched him that caused dread within the youth. 


Scene LXII