Okayyyyyyyy, my computer did something creepy. I’m finishing up chapter 4 of “The temptation of the Syndicate” and wanted to check the word count. As I open up this website, there is already text filled in, and it looks like it’s a freaking vegebul fic. I’ve never seen it and as I search on google I get nooo hits. How does this website know I’m into vegebul?? And most important...
Who made this??
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He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wanted her, from the way her thick blue lashes bat themselves against the pristine creamy White of her cheek, to the way her pouty pink lips fluffed as she screamed.
He knew he could have stopped them – could have stopped them—but he didn't.
Instead he drank from his goblet, the bittersweet aftertaste of the red wine staining his tongue like honeyed acid, and gestured his hand for his royal guards to remove her.
“You bastard!” She screamed, her naked breast enticing him as it danced violently against the cold air of the throne room, “after all I've done for you!”
“Psssh, science can't save you girl. Not when you disrespected the Prince with that serpent tongue of yours.”
Someone from his left said it, but he did not know who. Instead his vision was focused on the oceans that sat on her face, beautiful and determined and angry at him.
What had she said?
Oh yes, she had called him the Monkey Prince.
Now she had to suffer the fate of the others who crossed his name.
Still he wondered lamely behind the crimson red of his rage, what it would be like to have her underneath him. If only he wasn't a prince of pride. A prince with duty.
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