" Pl-Please. I am no slave. Don't make me do this. " I pleaded in a low tone, my voice breaking even if I tried my best to not breakdown and forget my former Status of the Princess of Mylvania. " You, Princess Kiara Sindlaire, are no longer Royalty. You are the King's Slave. " Dark King whispered in his bone-chilling authorative voice making my heart to drown in the pit of my stomach. -War was raging and Kiara Sindlaire was found at the very wrong place, at the very wrong time. King Cassian De Kiligian, the rumoured Blood sucker with extraordinary Mystical Powers, took her as his slave. To bed her, to keep her as hostage against her Kingdom, to torture her for revenge. But everything took an unexpected turn when Kiara turned out to be someone Cassian was searching for, to attain more power. The absolute Power. But what happens when Lust for Power turns into something more sinister and compelling?
KIARA
I was going to marry. I was going to marry a man whom I did not even know, a man who bore great responsibility, a man who did not care for me even a little bit, a man who already was rumoured to be in love with someone else.
I was going to marry the Crown Prince of our neighbour Kingdom, The Great Kingdom of Keragania. His name was Kylo Antiglone.
When my father, The king of Kingdom Mylvania sent me to his kingdom to marry him along with my brother Zuko, I had no hopes of escaping this awful marriage. Calling it a marriage in itself was awful. This was just an alliance that was supposed to be made.
An alliance that could ensure our Victory against the Mysterious Powerful Dark King Cassian De Kiligian, The High King of the Kingdom of Vlironia. The kingdom of magic and dead.
He was called the Dark King because of the Dark shadows that followed him like second skin. He was no ordinary human. Some said that he was not even a human. He was rumoured to have made a deal with a devil. That's how he came back from the dead and claimed his Kingdom back over 50 years ago. Yes. 50 years and he was still alive. Not even alive but also young as people said.
I never saw him. If I had seen him, I would not be alive anymore. He killed everything and everyone that came in his way. I, for one, was his enemy's daughter and he would kill me Ruthlessly if I ever met him.
I was glad I never did.
Because for me...He never made a deal with the devil.
He was the DEVIL.
From the time, I was born and my eyes took in everything around me. From that time...
I only saw Destruction, War, Bloodshed, Fear, Devastation, Famine, Drought...That's only what I saw in the world around me.
I, Kiara Sindlaire, was the Princess of Mylvania, the youngest daughter of King Manuss Sindlaire. Even if my life was spent behind walls, I watched people die every day from behind those same walls and for years and years and until now my strongest emotion was...HATE.
Hate for King Cassian De Kiligian. The Dark King. The rumoured Blood Sucker. The Shadow Master. The one with Mystical Power. The King who won over all Kingdoms except for Kingdom of Mylvania, my Kingdom and Kingdom of Keragania, Kylo Antiglone's Kingdom. And now...
Even If I had to leave my home to marry Crown Prince Kylo for victory, I was ready to do it.
Even If I had to leave the love of my life, The General of our Army, Calic Kroner, I was ready for it.
My heart teared apart throughout my journey to the Kingdom of Keragania. My brother Zuko, the Crown Prince of Mylvania watched silently like always.
He was bound by responsibility to safely get me married to Kylo Antiglone.
Just like I was bound by my duty to marry him.
Just like Kylo Antiglone was supposed to marry me against his wish.
Everything was messed up. Nothing mattered anymore.
It was all because of that Monster Dark King. If I ever got a chance, I would find out how to kill him and then I was going to kill him.
Those were my only thoughts until we reached the Kingdom of Keragania.
All thoughts ceased to exist when I met the Crown Prince Kylo. His eyes were like a stormy sky matching the meaning of his name which made me feel he was equally distant...Just like the sky.
I was about to Marry. The Marriage was held the next day when it happened.
He came. He came for the Kingdom of Keragania and took me instead. As a slave. As his slave.
Then we all found out that I was no ordinary human either.
Everyone including my Brother Zuko, my bethroted Crown Prince Kylo Antiglone, My father King Manuss, My Love Calic Kroner....They all were after me. To kill me or to cage me or to control me.
So, was the Dark King.
Everyone had different reasons but the most prominent one was...
I was the one who could provide the Dark King with unmatchable power and only I, Kiara Sindlaire, the former Princess of the Kingdom of Mylvania...
Could kill him.
Everything changed.
And only Dark King Cassian De Kiligian was responsible for it.
Five years ago, Lara Westwood ran away from the clutches of Ashton Mason on a rainy night when she recognised the devil in him. He destroyed her. He got her addicted to being submissive to him. It had been hard for her to forget the way he touched her, dominated her and made her beg for everything he had to offer. She stayed hidden from him for five years and she finally found someone to protect her from the devil. Just when she thought she is free from his sinful reign, he returns in her life to take back everything which belongs to him. Her body, her heart, her soul. She is his property and he will do everything in his power to get her back even if it means to disguise himself as an Angel and secretly ruin everything she had built once again. Because everything is fair in love and lust.
“ Pl-Please. I am no slave. Don't make me do this. ” I pleaded in a low tone, my voice breaking even if I tried my best to not breakdown and forget my former Status of the Princess of Mylvania. “ You, Princess Kiara Sindlaire, are no longer Royalty. You are the King's Slave. ” Dark King whispered in his bone-chilling authorative voice making my heart to drown in the pit of my stomach. -War was raging and Kiara Sindlaire was found at the very wrong place, at the very wrong time. King Cassian De Kiligian, the rumoured Blood sucker with extraordinary Mystical Powers, took her as his slave. To bed her, to keep her as hostage against her Kingdom, to torture her for revenge. But everything took an unexpected turn when Kiara turned out to be someone Cassian was searching for, to attain more power. The absolute Power. But what happens when Lust for Power turns into something more sinister and compelling? What happens when all the secrets of the Dark King are revealed to the enslaved princess?
Abused. Tortured. Forced. Aster Scott had to go through it all when Vaden King kidnapped her for revenge on her wedding day. He broke her into tiny pieces to fill the cracks in his heart. He made her, his slave, his property, his little bird in a cage but it was still not enough. He wants more - more - more. He wants her to suffer so her adopted father — the Alpha King can feel every ounce of her pain. He wants to possess her body, he wants to invade her mind and he wants to rip her soul apart. He wants everything she is ready to give him and what she doesn't want to give him, he is going to snatch it away by force because he is the Alpha of the rogues who only know the ways of blood, sex and war.
18+ MENTIONS OF GRAPHIC SEX AND VIOLENCE. DYLAN GRAY, the Richest Billionaire in the Country, bought CELESTE KNIGHT for one night without knowing who she really was. A one night stand gone extremely wrong with Relationships taking new turns and secrets getting unfold. ~SNEAK PEEK " Moan my name! " He whispered, still kissing her neck and thrusting into her. He was pulling back slowly and thrusting back with great force, stimulating her in ways, she had never been stimulated before. " I don-dont know your n-name! " She stammered panting heavily, being close to her climax. "Dylan! " He whispered and kept thrusting. He fastened his pace, driving her crazy, as she moaned his name, " Dyl-Dylan Ahhhh...!" Everyone has a story of their own. Read to find Celeste's story.
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