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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

The Moving Vase-II

Elise, who watched how his lips that were ample and full in the color there was vivid move, read the words he spoke again. She carefully read his lips not wanting miss whatever he spoke of. Finally after his lips closed, Ian repeated, "are you waiting for a punishment to work, Elise?"

Elise in response looked down on her broom, forgetting her work because Ian had spoke to her. This wasn't her fault for stopping but Master Ian for distracting her, thought Elise who then whispered him back. "I will resume my work, have a good day, master Ian."

Ian gave her a nod, letting Elise to move from her position and clean the floor again. Meanwhile Cynthia and Austin came beside him and spoke. Elise who had decided to work without being distracted by Ian once again took a small peek. Frankly it was hard not to look at him for a short time. Seeing Cynthia and Austin beside them, she smiled and went to sweep the floor.