The Devil of London: 1 (Red Flag Series)

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The state of my mental facilities is irrelevant, he mused as he fingered the lace bodice of my gown. Such a pretty gown you wore to betray me. Then he ripped it wide open. It forced me to shield my naked breasts from the men who remained stoic. Merikh watched me with regret in his eyes as he pushed a sword into the fire burning beside the pews. The MMC, Khaos Nasir (yes, that is actually his name), also known as The Devil (of course), urges me to start a petition to give love interest's normal names again, because I can't do this anymore. He was, naturally, darkness incarnate, nightmares, trembling ankles, and whatnot. Nasir laughed coldly as he rose, then aimed a merciless gaze toward where I stood with tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn’t do it on purpose. And I hadn’t. I had not even known I had magic until that moment, and by the time I’d figured out I was the cause of the flames, it had been too late to prevent them from spreading. I hadn’t ever wielded magic before, nor had I known that strong emotions would cause it to become uncontrollable. I had always thought that I controlled my destiny. Now, my rights are being taken from me by powerful people and leaving me with alternatives that range between bad and awful.

All the best people are, love. Choose. I won’t ask you again. The look churning in his turbulent depths sent horror washing over me.A malicious, sinister smile curved his generous lips as he held my stare prisoner. The bouquet in my fingers shook, and blood dripped from the ruined petals as tears slipped down my cheeks. There was a jarring thud that made me want to flee, but running wouldn’t help me now. Nothing would. The Devil of London wasn’t someone you ran from. I’d tried before, which had ended badly for me. Welcome to Paranormal Romance! This group is for the discussion and recommendation of paranormal romances and paranormal erotic romance, along with ur Welcome to Paranormal Romance! This group is for the discussion and recommendation of paranormal romances and paranormal erotic romance, along with urban fantasy, science fiction, futuristic, and fantasy romance. If you love vampires, werewolves, and hot faery men, this is the group for you. Join up and discuss your favorite books! I was also intrigued with Aderyn as a character. While at first she appeared demure and somewhat weak, that girl has a temper to match Khaos! As the book continued on, her true colors were revealed and I was SO HERE FOR IT! Homegirl is ready to come for Khaos's kingdom and I cannot wait to see how her scheming plays out in the next book because it can only end badly. Like SO badly I’m actually a little scared for her. 😅

You broke me, Khaos. I swallowed each of your lies because I was naïve enough to believe you. So, go ahead and murder him. But know this: if you do this, I’ll never stop fighting you. I’ll always run from you. And when I’m gone, there’ll be no one left who truly loved you. I am the only one who could love the monster you are. His eyes narrowed as he exhaled and then laughed coldly at my vehemently whispered promise.If you do this, you might as well kill me too, I whispered so softly I wasn’t certain Nasir heard me. Both intertwined by the threads of destiny, bound as fated companions yet ensnared as eternal adversaries. Cursed to harbor mutual disdain, and their existence knitted in a paradoxical dance of forever yearning for close proximity, unable to relinquish their grip on one another. When Aderyn, unaware of the underlying circumstances, feels rejected by Khaos due to these unspoken truths, her dormant powers surge forth, unleashing a destructive inferno upon his domain, inadvertently claiming the lives of innocent inhabitants who dwelled within. From that moment onward, she becomes a pawn in the devil's play, compelled to settle her debt while receiving a semblance of protection. You’ve been rather naughty, love. The smooth, rich tenor of Khaos Nasir’s voice wafted over me like a summer breeze. Did you really think I’d let you marry him? Khaos had come after me for my part in his establishment burning down. He’d walked into my parents’ home as if he’d owned the place. Once inside, he had explained the severity of what I’d done, as well as the repercussions of it. He’d offered to conceal my crimes and hide me from the lords seeking my death, but only if they signed a parchment stating I was his property. My mother, the cold-hearted woman she was, agreed so long as he also paid her for me. Three shillings was the price of ownership for my soul.