Muhammed_shafa

[On hiatus. Sorry, I have to go on a pause for personal reason]
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DEVIL'S BRIDE SERIES—BOOK1
*HE IS THE LORD OF DARKNESS AND THE OWNER OF MYSTERIOUS LIGHT THAT WANDER IN THE GARDEN OF HELL!*

‘She is cursed by the devil! She will lead this kingdom to her doom! She hails from hell! Uncontrollable flame burns through her. Her flame could burn a planet ’. That is the sacred prophecy of the messenger.

How can the king kill the child he awaits for ten years! Ten years of enduring mockery behind his back! 

With the fear of not having another baby, he decided to keep her alive— in hiding.
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Princess Luciana grew into a beautiful lady who had not for once stepped out from her confined room.

‘The Night of Royalty’. 
Her life changed on that night! The night she is supposed to be marked a royale but her doom fate brought bad luck upon her.

Fortunately for her, she got saved at the edge of death, but to her it is better dying than getting saved by the person that caused her this pain.

He is the ‘Lord Of Hell!’.

Will she be able to live with him after so much rumours she heard from her maids about how dreadful he is?

Will Prince Dasya be able to live with the annoying girl he saved? 

Will she be able to pay the price of getting saved by him? 

“Even the gods fear. Even the land trembles. Even the heavens shiver at his roar!”

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Owned By The Devil

Even though the royal marriage went well, he still felt something was off.

'I can't believe that small nut called me stupid! Though I thought he would run away'. Trying to stop the absurd thoughts going on in his mind, he muttered inwardly.

"Your highness, the palanquin is ready". One if the errand guards bowed.

Dryan let out a deep sigh which implied how frustrated he was. "Don't bother, I would walk to my courtyard instead..."

His words amused the men. They did not believe Dryan, who hates walking for a long time, would think about walking for thirty minutes!

Dryan did not wait for the man to say anything before he interrupted him. "Whose orders are you following in this palace? Me or yourself!"

His voice sent shivers down their spine, they immediately went on their knees. "Your order, Crown prince of Bel-Hir," they all responded in unison.

THE WEAK ONE