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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)

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This Sleeping Beauty woke up...
In a nightmare.

From Wall Street Journal bestsellers L.J. Shen and Parker S. Huntington comes a twisted second-chance romance between a prince haunted by a dark secret and his reluctant Sleeping Beauty.

Oliver
I don’t usually trap women with amnesia into marriage.
But I guess there’s a first time for everything.
When the woman of my dreams falls into my lap, I can’t help but wonder what else she can do in that position.
She’s here. In my house. At my mercy.
And she thinks we’ve been lovers the entire decade we spent apart.
Briar and I have always been unfinished business.
Now it’s time to seal the deal.

Briar
I’m marrying a beautiful monster.
A crooked fraud. America’s wealthiest bachelor.
He claims we’re in love, yet all I taste in our kisses is hate and lust.
I don’t remember why or how.
But I do remember he’s the enemy.
Now, I’m stuck inside a nightmare.
And Oliver will do anything to keep me in the dark.

Authors’ Note: My Dark Prince is a standalone enemies-to-lovers Sleeping Beauty retelling, in which a damaged billionaire with a dark past and his childhood sweetheart fall in love—literally. It is set in the decadent Dark Prince Road universe.

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“A hundred years to a steadfast heart are but a day.”

— Sleeping Beauty

Soundtrack

Come Away With Me—Norah Jones

All You Wanted—Michelle Branch

After Tonight—Justin Nozuka

100 Ways—Jackson Wang

everything sucks—vaultboy & Eric Nam

What I’m Missing—Timmy McKeever

Colors—Halsey

Have We Met Before—Sarah Barrios & Eric Nam

Back to Me—The Rose

Slow—Jackson Wang & Ciara

Invitation—JUNNY ft. Gaeko

vampire—Olivia Rodrigo

Shameless—Camila Cabello

It’s You—HENRY

lowkey—NIKI

Pacify Her—Melanie Martinez

Honey—Kehlani

Does She—Yuna & Jay Park

La La La—Naughty Boy & Sam Smith

She’s In The Rain—The Rose

deja vu—Olivia Rodrigo

Hearts—James Lee

chances—thuy & DCMBR

LIKE THAT—BABYMONSTER

Other People—Amber Liu

It’s You—MAX ft. keshi

Memories—Conan Gray

Shouldn’t Be—Luke Chiang

Losing You—FLO

Still Life—BIGBANG

COME BACK HOME—2NE1

Sinking—James Lee ft. Shan Yichun

Bed Peace—Jhené Aiko & Childish Gambino

Prologue

Briar

I am not the heroine of my story.

I’m not the villain, either.

I am the side character – in other people’s books.

The unwanted child whose own parents found to be unlovable.

I used to live in the shadows, pressed between the crowded pages of somebody else’s tale like a wilting rose. Until he pulled me out of the suffocating paper, showering me with light until I blossomed into the person he knew I could be.

Oliver von Bismarck.

My best friend. My secret crush. My first love …

And these days? My bitter sworn enemy.

Ollie might have forgotten me, but I remember the scars he left behind.

They say the best revenge is to not be like your enemy.

I grew up to be kind, reliable, and responsible. All the things he lacked.

Thanks to him, I’m no longer a rose.

I’m a thorn.

Chapter One

Briar Rose

Age fourteen.

He is not here. Stop looking for him.

I turned my head from the party and forced myself to focus on the waves as they wrestled beneath the ominous moon. A blanket of stars draped across the sky, accompanying me as I perched on a cobbled terrace at the Château de Chillon.

All around me, people buzzed – dancing, flirting, laughing, living. Yet, I’d never felt more alone.

Every summer, the von Bismarcks hosted a grand ball to mark their arrival in Switzerland. Hundreds of Europe’s pedigreed aristocrats and tycoons flocked to the lush medieval castle kissing Lake Geneva for a chance to flaunt their connections to one of the world’s oldest royal lineages – two of them my stuck-up parents.

Oliver should have been here by now, roaming the halls or planning an elaborate prank. He’d make his grand entrance when he was ready and not a moment sooner.

Don’t search for him. Have some self-control.

Too late. My traitorous body acted of its own accord, whipping my head back to the party to hunt for those pale golden curls and mischievous eyes.

Dancers filled the outdoor ballroom to the brim, sabotaging any chance I had at spotting him. Pastel ballgowns swished across the flagstone pavers like clouds of cotton candy, swirling with practiced ease. From the tiered stage, a baroque orchestra blessed us with the rich strings of Aram Khachaturian’s Masquerade Suite I. One of my favorite waltzes.

I smoothed the skirt of my taffy-pink gown, knowing my parents wouldn’t chide me for sullying my dress on the exposed terrace bricks. For them to remark about the blatant disrespect to the satin frock, they’d first have to notice I was alive. An inconvenient fact they tried their hardest to forget.

I glanced beneath the veranda. If I were to fall, I’d hit the roof before rolling straight into gravel. It was ten, maybe twelve, floors high. Enough to kill me. I turned to my parents, who stood next to their friends a few feet from me.

They did not notice I was sitting on the edge.

They did not notice me at all.

“Sooo …” A woman in an olive dress stared down her champagne flute at my parents, her ritzy accent adding syllables where there were none. “Where are you off to next, now that the Zurich branch is up and running?”

Dad worked for Luxor Trust, a boutique bank that specialized in “massaging rich assholes’ balls.” His words, not mine. He handled management, and his job description included kissing unholy amounts of ass, opening new offices to meet Luxor’s international demand, and dragging our family with him to every billionaire-occupied corner of the Earth.

Since diapers, I’d only ever known the inside of a suitcase. Home was an abstract idea. Something other kids had. At fourteen, I’d already lived in London, Tokyo, Paris, Montreal, Zurich, Riyadh, and Budapest. Despite my American passport, I’d spent maybe a handful of months in the states my entire life. When people asked me where I was from, I said New York. But the truth was, I had no origin. No beginning to my story.

Not if Oliver von Bismarck can help it. Or rather – if you can persuade him to.

“Oh, don’t even get me started on our next adventure.” Mom raked her manicured fingers through her black bob, clawing at Dad’s Prada suit with her free hand. “Jason’s company wants him to open a new branch in Buenos Aires. You know how much I love the city. I’m half Argentinian myself.”

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My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road #2) Read Online L.J. Shen http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-dark-desire-dark-prince-road-2-read-online-l-j-shen Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:51:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/my-dark-desire-dark-prince-road-2-read-online-l-j-shen Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark Authors: L.J. Shen Series: Dark Prince Road Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)

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She’s his sweetest desire... and his darkest secret.

The task was simple.
Sneak into Potomac’s most heavily guarded manor.
Steal back my pendant. Slip out.

Problem number one?
America’s most unattainable bachelor caught me.

Problem number two?
He decided to keep me. As the help.

Zachary Sun’s winter may be the coldest I’ve ever felt,
but he makes my skin burn.

Reserved, calculated, and savagely cruel,
he thrives on the weaknesses of others.

Little does he know, he just met his match.

He may be American royalty.
But this peasant will rise to become Queen.

Authors’ Notes: My Dark Desire is a standalone double-grump romance between a broken billionaire and a feisty maid unafraid to fight back. It is set in the decadent Dark Prince Road world.

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“Even miracles take a little time.”

— FAIRY GODMOTHER, CINDERELLA

Soundtrack

LMM—Hwasa

LIPSTICK—Koven Wei & Aleebi

INVITATION—JUNNY ft. Gaeko

A$$A$$IN—Beauty School Dropout

Punchdrunk—Vaines

LEFT RIGHT REMIXX—XG ft. CIARA & Jackson Wang

People Watching—Conan Gray

Braindead—Sion

i hope u see this—thuy

Pretty When U Cry—ieuan

this is how I learn to say no—EMELINE

Back To Me—The Rose

I Love You 3000 II—Stephanie Poetri & Jackson Wang

Free Them—ONE OK ROCK ft. Teddy Swims

Seven—Jung Kook ft. Latto

Yesterday—Jay Park

A Little Bit Yours—JP Sax ft. Eric Chou

Leaves—jaesun & Zeru

Tomboy—Destiny Rogers

TWIT—Hwa Sa

Over 85—Hojean

Still Life—BIGBANG

cut my hair—MINO

When You Loved Me—Eric Chou & Shan Yi Chun

Cinderella's Dead—EMELINE

WINTER WITHOUT YOU—XG

Sinking—James Lee & Shan Yi Chun

All in—LAY, Victor Ma, & Shan Yi Chun

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Author’s Note

Before you begin, thank you for taking a chance on Zach and Farrow. We like to joke that these two are just like us both—a clash of cultures that somehow work.

Neither of us has ever written a book like this. It’s a privilege to even have the opportunity to do so.

I (Parker) never thought I’d be able to share my culture with the world, especially through a love story. I’m part-Viet and part-Chinese, raised in both Orange County and the DMV by my zany, amazing, tight-knit family.

A lot of what’s in My Dark Desire is based on my personal experiences. They’re wild, almost unbelievable, and addictive. I can’t wait to pass along tiny doses of my life to you.

And Leigh, you’re a saint for agreeing to write this book with me and listening to me drone on about my childhood.

Speaking of… I (Leigh) enjoyed every second of writing this book with my best friend. It’s decadent, full of delicious banter, and a reflection of my friendship with Parker. (One percent of our conversations are about work. The other ninety-nine percent is split between food and family.)

Parker is my work wife, and considering the divorce rate among Asian Americans is 12.4%, chances are we’re in it for life.

So much of what we love about Zach and Fae comes from the day-to-day convos we share. We’ll wrap this up, so you can dive into the story. Enjoy!

xoxo,

Parker and Leigh

(P.S. Y’all, the aunt is real. So is the stolen car incident. I couldn’t believe it, then Parker showed me the receipts. I NEED CELESTE IN MY LIFE. – Leigh)

My father always said that people are paper and memories are ink.

Little did I know, my book would be dipped in tar, then ripped to shreds.

I grew up with a generous father.

Money. Identity. Love. A nice set of morals—and an even nicer set of teeth. He gave me them all.

But the most precious thing he ever gave me?

His life.

Age Twelve.

Like all calamities, the worst day of my life started innocently enough.

Dad and I rode in the backseat of his Flying Spur Bentley, our driver veering in and out of lanes in a desperate bid to beat the heavy traffic. A never-ending chain of honks filled my ears.

The sky poured above us, a storm that had followed us from the auction house. The radio played “Bookends” by Simon and Garfunkel too loud to hear my own thoughts.

I could feel Dad’s eyes glued to the back of my head as I blew hot air onto the car window and drew a sword over the frost.

He sighed. “You could really use a hobby.”

“Hobbies aren’t useful. That’s why they’re hobbies.” I drew fingers curled around my sword and blood dripping from the tip. “Besides, I have hobbies.”

From the front, our driver snorted, flicking on the left signal.

“You have talents,” Dad corrected. “Just because you’re good at things doesn’t mean you enjoy them. And sitting idly all summer as you wait for your best friend’s return does not constitute a hobby.”

Stupid Romeo Costa.

He just upped and left one day. Didn’t even say goodbye. First to Italy in elementary school. And now some boring summer camp his dad forced him into.

He came back from Europe a total bummer. I half-expected him to return this time with a chunk of his brain carved out.

I blinked up at Dad. “Why do I need to enjoy the things I do?”

A soft smile curled his lips at the edges.

He was huge.

Or maybe he just looked huge because I hadn’t shot up all the way yet. But he filled up the entire backseat with his body.

With his presence.

With his onyx hair and laugh wrinkles on the sides of his eyes. And the wicked scar on his forehead he got while chaperoning Cub Scouts.

An eagle had tried to snatch me, and he’d lineman-tackled me at the last minute, bumping against a sun lounger and splitting his forehead.

Dad rapped my temple with a curved knuckle. “Because if you don’t appreciate the journey, how would you enjoy the destination?”

“Isn’t life’s destination death?” I pinned him with a glare, so I wouldn’t have to witness my art evaporating from the condensation on the window.

He laughed. “You’re too smart for your own good.”

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My Dark Romeo (Dark Prince Road #1) Read Online L.J. Shen http://www.ilovenovels.com/my-dark-romeo-dark-prince-road-1-read-online-l-j-shen Thu, 08 Feb 2024 08:25:03 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/my-dark-romeo-dark-prince-road-1-read-online-l-j-shen Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Authors: L.J. Shen Series: Dark Prince Road Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)

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My fairy tale turned into a cautionary one.
Inked in tar and sealed in tears.

From Wall Street Journal bestsellers L.J. Shen and Parker S. Huntington comes an explosive marriage of inconvenience...between a tarnished Romeo and a reluctant Juliet.

It was supposed to be a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball.
A clandestine moment with a handsome stranger.

But unlike his namesake, my Romeo isn’t driven by love.
He’s fueled by revenge.

To him, I’m a chess piece. Leverage.
His rival’s betrothed.

To me, he is a man deserving of poison.
A dark prince I refuse to marry.

He thinks I’ll accept my fate.
Well, I plan to rewrite it.

And in my story, Juliet doesn’t die.
But Romeo? He perishes.

Authors’ Notes: My Dark Romeo is a standalone reluctant arranged marriage romance between a cruel billionaire heir and a feisty heiress unafraid to fight back. It is set in the decadent Dark Prince Road world.

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“Thus with a kiss I die.”

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Soundtrack

Starphucker — Beauty School Dropout

heartbreak honeymoon — Mad Tsai

I’m Not Sorry — Dean & Eric Bellinger

Lover Like Me — CL

Take What You What — ONE OK ROCK ft. 5 Seconds of Summer

favorite crime — Olivia Rodrigo

WE MADE PLANS & GOD LAUGHED — Beauty School Dropout

Wedding Dress — TAEYANG

Strawberries and Wine — Jaylon Ashaun

Easier — 5 Seconds of Summer

End Game — Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, & Future

HABIBI (MY LOVE) — Faouzia

Control — Halsey

Born Without a Heart — Faouzia

The Happiest Girl — BLACKPINK

Crush — Yuna & Usher

Oceans & Engines — NIKI

Si Fueras Mia — D.O.

Lay Your Head on Me — Crush

Time — The Rose

Die for You — Beauty School Dropout

Bonnie & Clyde — YUQI

Prologue

Dallas

I always assumed my life was a romance novel. That between my pages nestled a happily ever after. It never occurred to me that I miscategorized my genre. That it could be a horror story. A blood-chilling thriller.

Then Romeo Costa typhooned into my world, ripping off my rose-colored glasses.

He taught me darkness.

He taught me strength.

Most importantly, he delivered the cruelest lesson of all—there’s beauty in every beast. Thorns in every rose. And a love story can blossom—even from the carcass of hate.

Chapter One

Dallas

“Oh, Lord, they weren’t bluffing, were they? He really is in town.” Emilie latched on to my wrist, coffin nails sinking into the tan flesh.

“So is Oliver von Bismarck.” Savannah extended her arm. “Someone pinch me.”

I did so with pleasure.

“Ow, Dal. Stop being so literal.”

I shrugged, fixing my attention on the catering beside us. The real reason I’d appeared at the debutante ball tonight. I plucked a chocolate-covered pomelo peel from a crystal tray and crushed it between my teeth, savoring the bitter-sour nectar. God wasn’t a man. God wasn’t a woman, either. God was probably a piece of Godiva-covered fruit.

“What are they doing here? They’re not even from the South.” Emilie stole Sav’s debutante program and fanned her face. “And they’re definitely not here to meet women. Both are die-hard bachelors. Didn’t Costa dump a whole-ass Swedish princess last summer?”

“As opposed to a partial-ass Swedish princess?” I wondered aloud.

“Dal.”

Where were the Portuguese custard tarts? I was promised Portuguese custard tarts.

“You said there’d be pastéis de nata.” I snatched a consolation prize—melopita—and waved it at Emilie. “Serves me right for trusting you again.”

Her hawk eyes caught me slipping two Polish donuts into my bag. “Dal, you can’t hide that in your Chanel. You’ll ruin the calfskin.”

Sav shoved a frantic fist into her clutch, retrieving a tube of lipstick. “I heard von Bismarck is in town to buy Le Fleur.”

Jenna’s daddy owned Le Fleur. They manufactured percale sheets for five-diamond hotels. In eighth grade, Emilie and I ran away from home and slept in their showroom for a week before our daddies found us.

“What does he need Le Fleur for?” I picked a kanafeh next, my back still to the mythical creatures my best friends had collectively lost their minds over. Judging by the urgent whispers around us, they were not the only ones.

Emilie snatched the Bond No. 9 from Savannah, applying a generous coat to her lips. “He’s in hotels and hospitality. Owns a little chain called The Grand Regent. You might’ve heard of it.”

The Grand Regent began as an exclusive, invite-only resort before metastasizing into more branches than the Hilton. So, I gathered Pompous von Fancypants wasn’t strapped for cash. In fact, obscene generational wealth was the unspoken entry ticket to tonight’s event.

The 303rd Chapel Falls Royal Debutante Ball was a glorified dog show that attracted every billionaire and mega millionaire in the state. Fathers paraded their cotillion-bred daughters around the Astor Opera House in hopes they’d perform well enough to be courted by men in the same tax bracket.

I hadn’t come here to find a husband. Before my birth, Daddy had already promised me to someone, which the diamond ring on my engagement finger reminded me. This always seemed like a problem for the future—up until I discovered the official announcement on the society pages two days ago.

“I hear Romeo is dead-set on becoming the CEO of his daddy’s company.” Lord, Sav was still droning on about him. Were they planning on penning the man’s Wikipedia? “Already, he’s a billionaire.”

“Not just a billionaire. A mega billionaire.” Emilie fingered a marquise diamond on her Broderie bracelet, her poker tell. “And he’s not the type to blow it all on yachts and gold toilet seats or funding self-indulged pet projects.”

Sav snuck a desperate glance at them through her compact mirror. “Do you think we can be introduced?”

Emilie’s eyebrows pinched together. “Nobody here knows them. Dal? Dallas? Are you even listening to the conversation? This is important.”

The only grave situation I’d witnessed was the lack of shortbread, too. Reluctantly, I fixed my eyes on the two men that parted the thick crowd of silk chiffon and frozen updos.

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