Diana has never been the one to stand up for herself or anyone else for that matter. Bravery isn't her middle her name but cowardice might just be. She is neither a proper princess nor a tomboy, she is just a girl hidden in the sidelines. The one who always gets looked over. But when a prophecy as old as time is spoken, she finds herself to be faced in a situation where she can either save her kingdom from a force unknown or destroy it. Instead of meeting the challenges head-on, she does what she is good at. She runs away but the world isn't a quadrilateral and the more you run the nearer you come to the place you escaped from. Will she face her destiny this time?
Zhaia was closing the windows when the Queen, Genevie Cameria, entered the room draped in silks as if just coming back from a magnificent ball. There had been no balls in the kingdom that Zhaia was aware of.
"Blow out the candles." The Queen called out without even glancing at her as she went behind the screen to take off her heavy silks.
Zhaia felt the aroma of freshly picked lavenders curl around her as the Queen passed by. She curtsied but the Queen barely noticed.
Zhaia didn't care anymore. The initial wonderment of coming and working in the palace had worn off; she only cared about food and her bed. The fairy tale of the poor maid turning to be a beautiful princess had vanished and all that was left was a broken dream and a harsh reality.
After shaking her head to clear off her thoughts, the chambermaid quickly began to extinguish the candles that illuminated the Queen's chamber in a warm glow.
"Leave that one." The Queen commanded as she went to lay between her soft satin blankets.
Zhaia nodded her head and left the flame near the Queen's bed flicker on, hesitating.
"Are you sure your highness?" She began in a timid voice "It is possible that the candle may fall and-"
"Daemons forbid!" The Queen cut her off with her shocked voice "Do not say things like that Daisy! And move that candlestand away from me!"
The chambermaid tried to hide the scowl forming on her face. She had been working for a year now yet the Queen insisted on messing up her name. How could anyone get confused between Zhaia and Daisy? It did not even sound similar!
She bit her lip making sure that she would not say anything that would get her into trouble and began to push the candlestand back until she was sure that it won't cause any trouble.
She turned to look at the Queen for acknowledgment but found her asleep. Was that drool on the corner of her mouth?
Zhaia sighed, grabbed a small lamp, and lit the candlewick arising from the small stump of wax. The wick burned to cause an orange light that bounced off the glass that surrounded the candle.
For a second she watched the dancing flames. They flickered, sometimes reaching out for her and sometimes shrinking back as if scared then with a sigh, she opened the doors to go back to her servant's corner, Artia had promised her gossip about the young and adorable Prince Zeid and his first love.
As she began to close the doors, Zhaia noticed a slight glow beneath the Queen's bedsheet just where her abdomen should be. She blinked and the light was gone, the wind rushed from the open windows making her shiver. Hadn't she closed them?
Too tired to think or care Zhaia went back to the servant's corner, not noticing that the candle's flame had been extinguished.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.