The Secret Princess (In Love With The Demon Assassin)

Written by
Ifeoma Isabella Okeke

Prologue:

6pm

"What is going on father? Why that sad look in your face?" Princess Elena asked her father when she saw his look and how he entered her room.

"There is trouble my dear." King Eremus, the King of Eras Kingdom, answered his daughter.

"Trouble? What is causing the trouble father?" Princess Elena asked.

"Princess Irel is dead." King Eremus revealed.

"What!?" Princess Elena shrieked in shock.

"Yes my daughter, she was found dead on her bed this morning, the same mark was on her body. It is the same killer who has been killing all the dead princesses, who killed Irel." King Eremus said sadly.

"My friend is gone just like that? We talked to each other on the phone last night. Why is the killer bent on killing only Princesses, what are his or her aim in doing this? Why Irel, why her?" Princess Elena asked no one in particular.

"I said I should inform you of her death my dear so you will be more careful from now onwards, we don't know who the assassin's next target is." King Eremus said and left his daughter's room.

Princess Elena is a very beautiful 20 year old lady. Her hair was mercury-purple and it tumbled over her shoulders and reaching her waist. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossom soft that a guy would love to have a taste. She had a cheerful character and that was what made almost all the princesses want to be her friend. She also had a shapely figure that beat all the Princesses, but she makes sure she always wear oversized clothes to cover her shape. And her eyes were rapture-purple eyes like her hair, oddly.

A purple eyes?

No one knows about it except her father and mother. She normally wears blue contacts over her purple eyeballs.

She stood up from her bed and walked over to her room window. Looking across the horizon. Their palace was located at the far end of the Kingdom.

Elena ponder why someone will wake up one day and started killing princesses. Irel will make it the 10th princesses who had died under this strange assassin.

If the killer comes for her any day, she won't go down without a flight. Her father had seen to it that she was properly trained well by the strongest Knight in the Kingdom.

Irel, such a beautiful soul was gone just like that.

Elena cried for her dead friend.

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8pm:

Somewhere far away in France, the moans of a lady could be heard in a hotel room as she cries softly.

"Harder, Eric, give it to me."

The hard slapping of skins could be heard more clearly. As the handsome guy with midnight black hair Bleep the lady to oblivion. He titled the lady neck he to one side of the bed and sink his fangs into her neck, drinking her blood in large gulp as he thrust into her harder than before.

He growled lowly and cum inside of her.

The lady who was weak from the blood he drank from her body smiled weakly at him.

"You will not remember me or having sex with me. You came here drunk by yourself." The handsome guy said as he hypothesized the lady on the bed. His dark eyes flashed gold.

The lady nodded weakly.

"Now sleep and forget about tonight." He ordered.

The lady did as she was told. She slept off immediately.

He came down from the bed, wear his clothes, drop some dollars on the table for the lady to use once she wakes up and left the hotel room. Using his hood to cover his face.

Leaving the expensive Hotel, the girls around the hotel started drooling for his hot body as he walked past them and walked towards his Bugatti Veyron EB 16.4.

He entered his car and drove off going towards his destination.

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Somewhere not too far from the hotel in another hotel, a cheaper one.

In one of the occupied room, a young man whose face was covered was seen cleaning his blades as he awaits for the clock to move. Just one more hour.

He has another Princess to kill tonight.


To Be Continued…

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