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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
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756 Chs

Sheer Clothing-I

"You didn't." she confirmed the words he needed to see. Elise saw the Lord smiling happily as if he was delighted at how she confirmed his words.

Ian could tell that he was fascinated by hearing he was the painter, he had noticed that Elise had come to take a liking when it was paintings and he know knows the reason was because in her childhood she had been watching her uncle painting a portrait. The man had a sense, praised Ian in his mind.

Elise then saw him walked and finally took a step forward and when she saw him walk away to the red chair placed at the corner of the room, she ran away from the wooden easel that had become the source of her problem earlier. Not wanting to get closer and knocked it again. The wooden easel may not be at the fault but Elise found the object weary.

Her eyes casted away to the paintings inside the gallery and pulled her eyes at Ian, "Do you paint all of them, Master Ian?"