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Born in the slums, Estelle is known to be the cleverest in her district. After seeing the sufferings people of the slums suffered, she decided to take the role as a phantom thief, stealing from the wealthy to return the rights of the poor— that is until a horrible accident happened which almost took her life and made her decide to quit for good. 

Things went even better for Elle, or worse, as she was revealed to be the missing daughter of Count Arthur. A wealthy noble’s daughter anyone had dream to be! 

While her father seemed delighted to greet her, her step mother and sister seemed to have held an opposing emotion. She thought she could ignore their bullying or perhaps continue her life back in the slums but realized that her father seemed to hold more secrets than he shows- a secret that could get her killed by the supernaturals who seemed to have regarded her as their "prey"

She thought things couldn't get even worse, but god she was wrong!

Out of everything she could do, Elle had mistakenly caught the eyes of Lord Magnus- the great Lord known for his handsome face, charming actions, and kind behavior... or at least that was how he appeared to others except Elle who unluckily discover his secret, a bigger secret that could either kill her or save her. 

Can Elle survive in this new world of nobles and supernaturals. What if the secret her father hold would eventually kill her? Or would she first die in the hands of her step families?

Read to find out~

The Dragon’s Sweet Prey

Yellow light shone between the cracks of the books landing a faint glow over Magnus's face as he stepped into the Grand Library of the King. He looked all over the place first, noting the scent of parchment and ink that reminded him somewhat of his father's old cave. It was a rather unsettling emotion that made his hand clench upon recalling his father's back figure as he sat down scribbling some words for his research.

"This library has everything the world can offer," Vespara said with proudness. He went over one table and took a book that was left opened. "I'm sure it could give you an answer to what you need."

"Let's cut the bullshit," Magnus sighed and his red eyes stared back brightly at the King, "I know you have an answer to my questions."

Vespara wasn't surprised. He commented, "I know you are a kind of man who would rather speak than playing underhandedly."

It Angers Me—II