As you are aware of, I usually edit books once they are completed.Īll rights reserved. This is also a draft version! Meaning mistakes such as spelling and grammar errors will most likely be present. I try to be interactive with my readers, so comment, comment and I will answer back :D I always appreciate Constructive criticism. This will have dark romance, with a touch of mystery and squeezing love sometimes.

Most of you already know I give twists and turns, so just a small head up. This is not a cliché story. Neither your typical romantic story. I would die with this cross I have to bear since the moment I was born. No matter what it takes, I would never let them know that I Amari the cursed princess would die soon. Would they know? I was planning to take that secret to my grave. He who looked at me with disgust, the same way they looked at me.ĭid I have any kind of hope? No, because they cursed me to die once I turn twenty. No desire to live until they brought me to him. “Sadly, no one can save you now.”Ībused, disgraced, hated by my family. “He’s more of a beast than me, I see,” the man whispered as I feel him yank my hair. With trembling lips I say, “Y-Yes… it was my father.”

Who did this? Your mother? Your father?” the man asked as I feel his finger slid down my spine. A single tear slides down as I embarrassedly showed him my entire body. “Bend down and do as I say,” the man growled behind my back.įear crept up my body as I do as he says.

Not my cross to bear book