Hundreds of years ago....
Fire, water, and air became the elements of the battle between the two opposing camps. Each ruler of heaven and underground mobilizes troops. Maintain a ruthless side in order to fight over a rozilog ball. The ball that holds a great power. The rozilog orb will disappear if this battle is won by the black side. It does not want to fall into the hands of the sinners. It will break up, then return after hundreds of years. But under the leadership of the first king. The prince of the kingdom of Olympus, Ossoron, seemed to favor the victory of the opposite kingdom. He fled the war, taking a full woman with him. The beauty and human blood that flowed in that body became a curse to the flow of the gods. The prince is blind to lust. Who would have thought that love at first sight is the greatest power, exceeding the luminous sky, rivaling the lightning bolts as its shield? The prince will give up anything, including himself. Sharp stabs pierced the center of the prince's attention towards the front. His darting ability brought them closer to the southern coast. Hiding amongst the trees, clinging to each other—lips that trembled with cold. Arcadeaz never asked to be destined as a human. What power, if an unexpected encounter drops her heart to a handsome prince, the heir of the Olympus Kingdom of Ossoron, who also lays his heart on her. The love they sowed has become a piece of flesh inside Arcadeaz's body. The pregnancy that would cement their forbidden relationship was Arcadeaz's strength against the laws of nature. The biggest reason Arcadeaz was willing to run away with the prince from the kingdom of Ossoron. "We've come a long way." Arcadeaz started the conversation. She cupped the prince's handsome face beyond reason. How could Arcadeaz risk her wits in the presence of such a perfect man? "And will live happily here." Occasionally, Arcadeaz kissed the prince's hot lips. Spectrum-colored eyes and a cleft chin managed to drown her under sanity. "Yes. But my hunch says King Osso was defeated by the underground leader. That would be a bad omen for the gods. Our need for rozilog orbs will have difficulties." Arcadeaz swallowed harshly. "Why didn't you step in to help your father?" she asked as quietly as possible. "He doesn't approve of our relationship. I love you more and will not let King Osso do anything." The prince inhaled Arcadeaz's niche deeply. Savoring the remaining warmth that might be lost. He sensed the arrival of Ossoron's troops approaching; it was too late to simply return to. "I love you so much." The prince's statement was followed by a loud gallop, and a stifled roar coincided with a tug on the horse's neck. The members of the kingdom—the prime minister and King Osso, along with hundreds of soldiers lined up, forming a large circle around the lovers who had broken the rules. There was no way for the Prince and Arcadeaz to take a safe position. All sharp weapons were drawn towards them. The prince withdrew Arcadeaz's hand to protect the woman he loved in front of the royal officials. "What are you doing here, Your Majesty?" asked the Prince skeptically. The look on King Osso's cruel face made him take a cautious step. From the horse's shoulder, King Osso took sharp aim at Arcadeaz, as if he wanted to burn the beautiful woman behind the prince right then and there. "Let go of her hand, Rhodes!" King Osso spoke firmly. The glory of the throne was no worse than the cruel side he had. "You have only two choices. Return to the kingdom and leave that woman behind, or stay on earth as a pathetic man," King Osso said sharply. All weapons were drawn one step closer. "I will never leave Arcade. Kill me, if it will satisfy you, Your Majesty." "You've been with that woman too many times to be so stupid and useless. It's fine if you don't want to go back. I won't force you." King Osso smiled fiercely, not one to tolerate small things like the prince's mistakes. Justice was an absolute that he held as a leader. Whoever and however, there was never an element of nepotism under his rule. All were equal in the eyes of royal law. King Osso's fist soared into the air. Only needing to show all five fingers, all subsequent weapons would switch positions. "We must leave here, Your Highness. I don't want our child in grave danger." She couldn't hide her secret anymore. Arcadeaz had no choice but to tell the truth. However, instead of smiling with satisfaction, the prince was silent as he digested Arcadeaz's words. Shit! Arcadeaz should not speak like that in front of the Gods, especially his father—King Osso. One fatal mistake triggered the rage. King Osso unleashed a fist, which was followed by a spear driven from the backside through Arcadeaz's body. The woman froze with bulging eyes and half-open lips. She stared at the prince's face with devastation. Arcadeaz tried to smile amidst the blood seeping down her body. She fell to her knees helplessly. Falling further and further, her eyes slowly closed. She couldn't hold herself up any longer. "No!" "Arcade!"Pandora looked at herself in the mirror with a slight sigh, noting her exposed shoulders and fully protruding breasts. She was forced to wear an off-shoulder dress for no apparent reason. Pandora didn't understand what kind of job required her to look like a mature woman. Thick make-up, even at the behest of her mother, Aquela. The woman who gave her a string of scathing words after Pandora's return from Bristol to Cambridge. About three hours into the long journey, Pandora should have tidied up the rest of the clothes she had worn during her stay in the dormitory. But Aquela was already waiting at the door with a sour, impatient expression. Pandora hurriedly grabbed the cell phone on the table, stuffing it into the small sling bag strapped to her body. "Where are we going, Mom?" Pandora couldn't help but approach. She asked Aquela, who immediately pulled her arm roughly. Pandora's steps almost lost their balance as she was led towards the house. "Mom, answer me first!" "We ha
"This will be a temporary home." A handsome man with beautiful eyes and an undercut hairdo led Pandora's small steps through the penthouse. It can only be according to its current position. Pandora had signed the contract. She paused to watch the perfectly sculpted face, whose one smile was both sweet and adoring. Should Pandora believe that such a man had bought her for 200 million pounds—absolutely, along with all the agreements written on paper? The first and most important rule Pandora must abide by is that the man has full power over Pandora's body and entire life. Secondly, the prohibition against interfering in the man's affairs. Simply put, they were two strangers, forced to fulfill each other's needs. "There is only one room. If you're tired, please take a rest." A deep frown appeared on Pandora's forehead. One room, that means... no! It's too early. At least Pandora needed time to adapt. The man said the penthouse they were staying in would only be a temporary home; th
A deep frown appeared on her forehead as the light refracted across her face. The masculine scent of early morning was something foreign to Pandora. Slowly, her moss-green eyes blinked, only to realize that she was clinging to a man's large body. Him.... Pandora would have been persecuted had luck not been on her side. Last night after the negotiations, she forced herself to fall asleep—successfully, even though she knew the man beside her that night was a very dangerous person. Him .... Again. Pandora regained consciousness of who she was sleeping with. Unconsciously, the touch of her fingers on his solid, muscular chest slipped away. Pandora looks up.... One quick glance at her nerves, and she blinked again. Twice doing the same thing, her breath was forced to catch. That face... The face that was seen with Mr. Lee, how could he be with her right now? "What did I do?" said Pandora in disbelief. Her spontaneous movement was met with a severe choke. The man should st
Pandora had one arm raised behind her back. Her fingers struggled to touch the straps of the dress that hung down her back because of one man's actions. Pandora had no choice but to stay in the wet and skimpy clothes from Aquela, none of which could be found in the penthouse belonging to the man beside her, the man who had rushed out when Pandora chose to separate herself. Half-glancing at Pandora, she noticed that the man in question was busy tying a black tie, followed by a blue suit covering a large body. Still trying unsuccessfully. Pandora stood on her tiptoes slightly to reach what she was doing. She almost flinched when large fingers took over and thrust her arms forward. "Your mouth can be used to ask for help." The ropes that flowed downward were each tied tightly. Pandora's body tightened as her chest puffed out in response to the volume of clothing that made her feel uncomfortable. The rope tie was complete. The stranger's fingers slid across the surface of Pandora's c
Barely restraining herself, Pandora pulled back the thick blanket to cover half of her bare legs. The man leaned closer and bit his lower lip without taking his eyes off Pandora's body. "Please don't," Pandora whispered softly. The rough touch on her legs made her tremble. She was facing a very dangerous person. Hot breath hit the surface of Pandora's neck. The large fingers that were creeping impatiently had reached a sensitive spot on her body. She was confused. Trying to hold back. But she couldn't get rid of the so—called 'desire' of a thirsty person. "I'll give you ten more seconds. If you fail, don't blame me when I strip you mercilessly." "One." The spoken word was followed by a distant body. "Two." The count of the sexy deep voice fell to a large number and was consumed by the door frame. Pandora had to hurry! She hurried. "Oh!" Pandora's breath caught as the door to the room swung open. She managed to get the jeans on with
"Panda, are you home?" Pandora stood still for a moment watching her father's slightly limping gait. Chris seemed both shocked and incredulous at her sudden return. Pandora had expected Aquela to say something about the job she had gotten. The woman was somehow too good at winning her father's trust. But she hoped the strange, strange and mysterious man beside her didn't say anything bad about their entanglement. Pandora took a breath to neutralize her wariness. "I came home because I was missing my handsome father." She stretched out her arms to embrace Chris' body. A handsome man in his prime who passed down his line of perfection to his own daughter. There was no greater desire for Chris than happiness for Pandora. But he was helpless to the heart attack that had weakened some of his abilities. "Are you happy with the job you got, Panda?" A gentle caress landed lightly on the top of Pandora's head. She flashed a faint smile as she sniffed her father's scent f
The bioluminescence of the lights creeping into her room pulled Pandora awake after a few deep frowns. Pandora's senses were fully opened not long after the dimness engulfed the entire room. She shifted in her seat, staring in surprise and wondering who had just opened the door and left. Pandora wouldn't find an answer if she just stood there without looking. Nimble as she was, Pandora pulled back the thick blanket, hurrying quickly across the room to examine the traces of her unexplained departure. She frowned, the image of the strange man instantly invading her mind. It had seen one day since the unilateral agreement had taken place. Pandora had thought it was a good start, that he wouldn't touch her. She was wrong, and will always be wrong if she still thinks that the man who opened the door to her room is a man she doesn't recognize. Especially since, unbeknownst to Pandora, the perpetrator was currently carrying out his actions in the guest room. Pandora's
Pandora pressed against the doorframe with hesitation. For some reason, when she returned from the kitchen and living room, she felt like her room was surrounded by an electric storm—full of tension that Pandora couldn't quite describe. She wanted to call it quits, let alone continue her interrupted sleep. However, the thought of the long journey reminded Pandora to gather energy for tomorrow morning. Pandora let out a small sigh, dismissing the doubts that were raging loudly. Dimness greeted Pandora, and then the most surprising part for her was when the silhouette of a tall and large body standing not far from the foot of the bed was watching her long, sharp, flat object that was getting separated from the cover. The thing Chris had given her. Pandora wouldn't let anyone else touch it. She quickly pressed the switch until the situation was illuminated. "Give me back my sword!" Being forcibly grabbed while simultaneously attaching the cover to the sword like sh
The mirror in front of Pandora reflected a disheveled image of herself. Still a little thankful Pandora didn't find Kingston by the bedside when she woke up in the morning, even though throughout the night the man had wrapped an arm possessively around the flat surface of her stomach to occasionally rub Pandora lightly. Pandora had to weep over her fate for that long before she truly fell asleep, but a strange thing happened for her when Pandora didn't feel any pain in her feminine area. Anna had told her many stories about her intimate experiences. And it was enough to make Pandora grimace when Anna said it hurt for the first time. Pandora was still wondering whether Kingston had really touched her or not. To reconfirm she scratched her head in the mirror, perhaps the pain would be felt just by moving nimbly. But that was not the answer. Pandora still felt that she was the same Pandora. Her smile widened slightly, though it disappeared in an instant when the reflection of
"King, please stop this ...." The mere mention of the name was all Pandora could say, but Kingston would never let go of his prey. He scooped roughly at the nipples that were provoked to harden. Almost the entirety of Pandora's bosom sank into Kingston's mouth, like he was so thirsty. Each grasp of Kingston's fingers gave Pandora excruciating pain. Occasionally Pandora's lips twitched in a small grimace. She remained helpless as Kingston pulled the fabric off her lower body. Especially how the man opened wide her clit showing off the red, tight, and very pretty folds of flesh. It was as if his desires were about to be taken away. Kingston sagged the rest of the fabric on his own body to become fully naked. He massaged the hardening shaft in his grip. His grin was satisfied when Pandora's hesitation in the middle of the obstructed view closed itself with a hip thrust. "I'm going to make yours so blooming." Kingston brushed aside the roughness of her flan
Pandora pressed against the doorframe with hesitation. For some reason, when she returned from the kitchen and living room, she felt like her room was surrounded by an electric storm—full of tension that Pandora couldn't quite describe. She wanted to call it quits, let alone continue her interrupted sleep. However, the thought of the long journey reminded Pandora to gather energy for tomorrow morning. Pandora let out a small sigh, dismissing the doubts that were raging loudly. Dimness greeted Pandora, and then the most surprising part for her was when the silhouette of a tall and large body standing not far from the foot of the bed was watching her long, sharp, flat object that was getting separated from the cover. The thing Chris had given her. Pandora wouldn't let anyone else touch it. She quickly pressed the switch until the situation was illuminated. "Give me back my sword!" Being forcibly grabbed while simultaneously attaching the cover to the sword like sh
The bioluminescence of the lights creeping into her room pulled Pandora awake after a few deep frowns. Pandora's senses were fully opened not long after the dimness engulfed the entire room. She shifted in her seat, staring in surprise and wondering who had just opened the door and left. Pandora wouldn't find an answer if she just stood there without looking. Nimble as she was, Pandora pulled back the thick blanket, hurrying quickly across the room to examine the traces of her unexplained departure. She frowned, the image of the strange man instantly invading her mind. It had seen one day since the unilateral agreement had taken place. Pandora had thought it was a good start, that he wouldn't touch her. She was wrong, and will always be wrong if she still thinks that the man who opened the door to her room is a man she doesn't recognize. Especially since, unbeknownst to Pandora, the perpetrator was currently carrying out his actions in the guest room. Pandora's
"Panda, are you home?" Pandora stood still for a moment watching her father's slightly limping gait. Chris seemed both shocked and incredulous at her sudden return. Pandora had expected Aquela to say something about the job she had gotten. The woman was somehow too good at winning her father's trust. But she hoped the strange, strange and mysterious man beside her didn't say anything bad about their entanglement. Pandora took a breath to neutralize her wariness. "I came home because I was missing my handsome father." She stretched out her arms to embrace Chris' body. A handsome man in his prime who passed down his line of perfection to his own daughter. There was no greater desire for Chris than happiness for Pandora. But he was helpless to the heart attack that had weakened some of his abilities. "Are you happy with the job you got, Panda?" A gentle caress landed lightly on the top of Pandora's head. She flashed a faint smile as she sniffed her father's scent f
Barely restraining herself, Pandora pulled back the thick blanket to cover half of her bare legs. The man leaned closer and bit his lower lip without taking his eyes off Pandora's body. "Please don't," Pandora whispered softly. The rough touch on her legs made her tremble. She was facing a very dangerous person. Hot breath hit the surface of Pandora's neck. The large fingers that were creeping impatiently had reached a sensitive spot on her body. She was confused. Trying to hold back. But she couldn't get rid of the so—called 'desire' of a thirsty person. "I'll give you ten more seconds. If you fail, don't blame me when I strip you mercilessly." "One." The spoken word was followed by a distant body. "Two." The count of the sexy deep voice fell to a large number and was consumed by the door frame. Pandora had to hurry! She hurried. "Oh!" Pandora's breath caught as the door to the room swung open. She managed to get the jeans on with
Pandora had one arm raised behind her back. Her fingers struggled to touch the straps of the dress that hung down her back because of one man's actions. Pandora had no choice but to stay in the wet and skimpy clothes from Aquela, none of which could be found in the penthouse belonging to the man beside her, the man who had rushed out when Pandora chose to separate herself. Half-glancing at Pandora, she noticed that the man in question was busy tying a black tie, followed by a blue suit covering a large body. Still trying unsuccessfully. Pandora stood on her tiptoes slightly to reach what she was doing. She almost flinched when large fingers took over and thrust her arms forward. "Your mouth can be used to ask for help." The ropes that flowed downward were each tied tightly. Pandora's body tightened as her chest puffed out in response to the volume of clothing that made her feel uncomfortable. The rope tie was complete. The stranger's fingers slid across the surface of Pandora's c
A deep frown appeared on her forehead as the light refracted across her face. The masculine scent of early morning was something foreign to Pandora. Slowly, her moss-green eyes blinked, only to realize that she was clinging to a man's large body. Him.... Pandora would have been persecuted had luck not been on her side. Last night after the negotiations, she forced herself to fall asleep—successfully, even though she knew the man beside her that night was a very dangerous person. Him .... Again. Pandora regained consciousness of who she was sleeping with. Unconsciously, the touch of her fingers on his solid, muscular chest slipped away. Pandora looks up.... One quick glance at her nerves, and she blinked again. Twice doing the same thing, her breath was forced to catch. That face... The face that was seen with Mr. Lee, how could he be with her right now? "What did I do?" said Pandora in disbelief. Her spontaneous movement was met with a severe choke. The man should st
"This will be a temporary home." A handsome man with beautiful eyes and an undercut hairdo led Pandora's small steps through the penthouse. It can only be according to its current position. Pandora had signed the contract. She paused to watch the perfectly sculpted face, whose one smile was both sweet and adoring. Should Pandora believe that such a man had bought her for 200 million pounds—absolutely, along with all the agreements written on paper? The first and most important rule Pandora must abide by is that the man has full power over Pandora's body and entire life. Secondly, the prohibition against interfering in the man's affairs. Simply put, they were two strangers, forced to fulfill each other's needs. "There is only one room. If you're tired, please take a rest." A deep frown appeared on Pandora's forehead. One room, that means... no! It's too early. At least Pandora needed time to adapt. The man said the penthouse they were staying in would only be a temporary home; th