[ 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

Shaken by the earth’s current instability, the beasts inhabiting the plains that surrounded his Castle tried to hinder the Barbarian Archduke’s path as their nature was disrupted by the earth’s rage, which they could feel stronger as part of it becoming wilder and brazen. 


Nevertheless, thankfully accustomed to the treacherous battles, the savages lost few heads before arriving at the Barbican, whose long and unique road was welcomed by the Guards standing above with growls that although ready to aid their Lord’s back as his group rushed into the walls chased by relentless creatures, also conveyed there was a hint of relief at his arrival, for it meant the earth was to be confronted finally by him who it demanded. 


“Welcome back Your Illustrious Grace.” 


“… Did you start preparations? I sent Sibbi two nights ago.” — Aslak answered to the welcome a warden gave. 


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