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    The Spellbound Anthology
    The Spellbound Anthology
    The Spellbound Anthology
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    The Spellbound Anthology

    By D. L Biranen

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    5 alluring short love stories that'll leave you spellbound
    5 enchanting protagonists you'll love to love
    5 passionate authors you'll enjoy knowing
    And a bonus short story
    All in one piece!
    Get ready to be gripped . . .

    Spellbound, #1: Spellbound
    Author: D. L. Biranen
    Description: Content with being single, Prince Grayson of Elslair thinks he's barricaded his heart from unwanted visits by maidens, and has no interest in his parents' attempts to fetch him a bride. But when he meets a mysterious maiden in the forest, he aches to make her a part of his life.

    Spellbound, #2: Hearts and Misses
    Author: C. N. Obinna
    Description: To Adam Macaulay, Love only existed once: years ago. He'd kept his heart locked, hoping to one day find his first and only love. He did, but soon found out that absence doesn't really make the heart grow fonder.

    Spellbound, #3: Love Doesn't Care
    Author: Ciana Joy
    Description: When love happens, nothing else matters. This story is centered around Elsie and Kelvin, two people from different worlds who decide to close the gap between them and fight for their love. There is an adage that says, 'love conquers all'. Will their love be enough to convince Elsie's father, a wealthy senator who is not ready to release his daughter to someone without an influential background? Flip through the pages and find out.

    Spellbound, #4: Finding Wonder
    Author: Louisa R. Griffins
    Description: When childhood acquaintances meet again after years of separation, the feelings that have dwelt in them for so long come to the surface. Jonathan Drake, an antisocial billionaire finds a long-awaited companionship in the eyes of Marissa Greene.

    Spellbound, #5: Falling Petals
    Author: Ihuoma Emmanuel
    Description: Elumer, a young lad in a land of different beliefs and customs, gets exposed to love and the raw changes that come with it. When family, religion, and distance meddle with his love life, he fights back for what he wants.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherD. L Biranen
    Release dateMar 30, 2018
    ISBN9781370827787
    The Spellbound Anthology
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    D. L Biranen

    D. L. Biranen is the last of four children. Inspired by her brother, she has had an undying love for fiction from an age she can barely remember. Although she abstains from magic and enchantment, some of her books contain elements that most fantasy readers would love. She also abstains from explicit contents. Her genres of interest are Young/New Adult Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance, Sci-fi Romance, and Mystery Detective/Police Procedural books. She lives in her country, Nigeria. When she’s not writing, she can be found listening to rock music, surfing the web for e-books to fill her library with, or surfing the web for skincare products.

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      The Spellbound Anthology - D. L Biranen

      By D. L. Biranen

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to my best friend whom I call Chu-chu(berry).

      A Cinderella Inspired Short Story . . .

      ***

      Grayson McFarland hid behind a tree almost three times his size. The tree bark was harsh against his tender skin, but he didn't seem to notice. And even if he did notice, there was nothing he could do. He had not gathered enough boldness to come out of hiding just yet. His gaze traveled past rows of trees and were fixated on his item of interest: a girl, not just any girl, but one who'd held him spellbound since he saw her two days ago.

      He'd first seen her on a Monday, he recalled. He'd left home to take a stroll around the forest and get acquainted with nature, and had ended up getting intrigued by a lady who had not even for once glanced in his direction.

      Grayson had never been entranced by a girl, and his parents would be overjoyed to know that a girl had occupied his mind for the past few days. They'd been trying to get him hooked with princesses—the most beautiful ones—but their efforts had never been fruitful. The twenty year old Prince of Elslair had apparently barricaded his heart from unwanted visits by maidens. Or so he'd thought.

      He watched her from a distance, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Singing a beautiful song, his lady of interest gathered some fruits into a basket. He sang along in his heart:

      Look at her, she's free

      She can do just whatever she wants to do

      She can go just wherever

      Doesn't care if it's far

      She's up for every adventure

      She'll cross every sea

      The world is hers to explore

      She sails high 'nd low

      'Cause she's queen

      Nothing to hold her back

      Nothing to lose

      She's the queen of the world.

      He knew the lyrics all too well, for it was the same song she'd been singing the first day he met her; the same song that had made him aware of her enchanting presence. The mysterious maiden held him spellbound in more ways than one.

      Yes, he found her mysterious. Her palms hid behind black gloves, and she was clad in a lackluster floor-sweeping black gown that was no different from the one she'd worn every other day. He hated to admit it, but her dress was as shapeless as a sack. Hell, it wouldn't even be fitting for an old hag to clothe herself in the likes of it.

      But these weren't what made her mysterious.

      Her hair was dark as midnight, straight as a ruler, and its tip hung just above her waist. It seemed to have never met a razor.

      But this wasn't what made her mysterious either.

      What made her mysterious was the way her hair formed a solid curtain, perfectly concealing her face. It seemed as though the wind was scared to ruffle her hair. He'd been watching her for two days and was yet to catch a glimpse of her face. He knew she would be a sight to adore, and it pained him that he still had not found the courage to speak to her.

      He didn't know what he wanted; friendship or courtship, but he did know that speaking to her would sure be worth it. Hell, he was a prince and could have anything he wanted. At times like this, he couldn't help but wonder why he had not inherited even an ounce of his father's courage. Walking up to a girl shouldn't be this hard for anyone, especially a drop dead gorgeous prince who happened to be every maiden's daydream.

      Clearing his throat, he stepped out of hiding and inched his way toward her. He’d intended to be stealthy, but the crunching of dry leaves underneath his knee-length leather boots alerted the maiden of his presence.

      She gasped, and his heart lurched in response. Without turning around, she darted off, seeking to escape him as though he were a hideous monster. Red apples rolled out of her basket, leaving a trail behind her, but she ran on without slowing her stride.

      Wait! Grayson shouted after her, trying to catch up. It’d been close to a decade since he last ran, and he knew it was futile to try to catch up with the maiden. He hoped though, that she would halt and give him a chance to speak.

      His breath hitched and his lungs burned. His loud heartbeat and an overpowering shortness of breath slowed him down, but he ran on.

      Wait! he yelled. Wait, please. I won’t hurt you.

      A tree branch grabbed the skirt of the maiden's dress, forcing her to halt. Grabbing a fistful of her dress, she tugged at it, but the tree branch held on to it.

      Grayson drew nearer to her. He raised his hands and showed her his palms, wordlessly assuring her she was safe with him. Hey, I can help.

      If she tugged at her dress any further, it would rip. Grayson would be pleased to watch her ruin the sack of a cloth, but as a gentleman he was obliged to help a damsel in distress.

      She pulled at the dress once again, ripping off its rim that had been caught by the branch.

      Grayson had held out a hand, stepping forward to stop her, but the harm had already been done. The maiden resumed her race, and he bolted after her, paying no attention to the ground.

      His foot got caught underneath a log of wood on the ground, and he tripped. He fought to regain his footing, but still he tumbled over and his buttocks landed heavily on the ground.

      Ouch!

      The maiden froze at the sound of his anguished cry. She turned to look at him, and a tingling sensation flooded his veins as their eyes met. She tactfully angled her head in a way that concealed her identity behind her hair. Turning away from him, she ran off.

      But Grayson had already seen her eyes. They were amber.

      He smirked. Quite mysterious, aren't you, my lady?

      ***

      When Grayson McFarland returned to the forest the next evening, he was certain he would find the maiden. He hid in his usual spot, listening for her footsteps. He was cautious to stay well hidden because he knew she would be at alert after what had happened the previous day.

      Darkness was starting to spread across the sky, and there was no sign of Grayson's mysterious lady.

      Perhaps she wouldn't show up after all.

      He sighed. He'd spent the previous night practicing how to approach her.

      Perhaps she would never return to the woods because she saw him as a threat? His heart trembled when he thought of that.

      Darn it! he muttered, slamming his palm into the tree bark. I should call it a day.

      He turned to leave.

      But he halted as a familiar singing voice sailed into his ears from a distance.

      Gluing his back to the tree bark, Grayson grinned. His maiden was here.

      Her voice drew nearer, filling him with warmth. He had resolved in his heart to get close to her today, and would not settle for less. His heartbeat picked up pace as he thought about a way to approach her.

      He imagined stretching out his hand. Hello, beautiful. I am Grayson McFarland, Prince of Elslair.

      He shook his head. Can we be friends?

      No, he doubted she would even let him get close enough to speak to her. She would flee the moment he approached her.

      Halt! he imagined saying. By order of Grayson McFarland, Prince of Elslair.

      He heard her gasp.

      His heart froze, and he thought she'd caught him. He stayed immobile, waiting for her to speak or bolt.

      Cursed twig! she cursed.

      Grayson peeked at her and found her squatting. The fruits she'd gathered had fallen to the ground, so she leisurely picked them up.

      Grayson smiled as he saw an opportunity. She had her back to him; that was an advantage.

      He thought of tiptoeing to meet her, but on a second thought, he walked confidently. Crouching, he picked up an apple.

      The maiden sprang to her feet. "Who are you? Why

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