Story By Leo Laine
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Leo Laine

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I read to escape reality and I was kinda hoping I could do the same for y\'all by writing?
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The King's affection
Updated at Oct 17, 2025, 10:13
Esmerelda is an orphaned girl who was forced into prostitution at 16 to pay off her deceased parents' debts. Anderson is a prince who just discovered a huge secret but is being forced to keep it hidden. To do so, he decides to hide his identity and join his country's military, only to come back home years later to a surprise. Journey with them on a path to freedom and accidental self-discovery as they face betrayal from the people closest to them. As one is forced into slavery and the other into an unwanted commitment, will these two ever overcome their challenges and get to live their live happily ever after? Or will these challenges keep them oppressed, forever dimming their light as they face the harsh realities of their lives.
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Been you
Updated at Nov 11, 2021, 12:48
Thalia Sayeed leaves home to go study in another country all by herself. there, she meets, and falls in love with Adrian Raines, Alpha of Pine forest pack. But danger lurks when old favors are called in, ghosts from the past arise and relationships are questioned. * * * * * I woke up in the middle of a forest. 'How did I even get here,' I thought to myself as I looked around. I was standing in the middle of what appeared to be a meadow. I started walking to the tree line, hoping to get out of this place. As I went deeper into the forest, I heard a loud growl from behind me and I froze in place not wanting to anger whatever just growled at me. I felt heat, coming off in waves from behind me. Whatever this thing was, was standing right behind me, sniffing me. I heard a low growl behind my ear as its breath fanned my neck. “Mine,” said a hoarse voice. Hold on, I know this voice. Whose is it again? As I was trying to figure out who this voice belonged to, a muscular arm wrapped itself around my waist, pulling me flush against a very solid torso. Sparks dancing across my skin wherever his bare one touched mine. The sparks are also familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. Although he growled before, I can’t, for the life of me, get myself to feel scared of him. If anything, I feel safe, content with him holding me like this. Standing back to torso, like I was meant to fit here. Like we’re a puzzle piece. I then decided to turn around and look at him. He was taller than me. So my eyes met with his first two pecs just below his chest. I began lifting my eyes to his face...
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