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The Demon’s Bride

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her. “Master Ian!” She called. Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?” “Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance. “Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.” His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.” He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.” Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being. *** This book is ORIGINAL and it is not Translation Join Author's discord: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

mata0eve · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
756 Chs

In Nightmare-II

"You would be fired from the castle," said Ian when he moved a step away and his eyes peered down at Vella who didn't meet his eyes. "You will know that this isn't even a half of the punishment that I want to bestow on you, and your neck is still attached thankfully to Elise who you and your friend almost killed because of your naivety and unneeded kindness."

The words only had Vella in silence. She knew she was wrong. If she had reported Carmen instead of trying to talk or perhaps brought someone as the third person, she could avoid herself getting wounded which only lead Elise to be wounded.

Ian then stepped away from the place he stood at and walked toward the large closet before opening the door. His eyes fell on the clothes, and with his hand, he pulled the clothes away, letting them fall.

Finding the back of the wardrobe, his eyes fell at the small parchment of papers. Each of them holding the same pentagram of magic circles with blood placed in it.