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The Werewolf King's Bride

Warning: Mature Content Trigger Warning: Abuse, Trauma, Psychological *It's full of red flags. Don't tell me I didn't warn you all. Blue Learley, a seventeen-year-old girl, lived in a small town with her parents and two brothers. Everything was going as usual until that fateful night when her life changed forever. Demetrius Easton, the merciless werewolf king, got his eyes on her and wanted her as his bride. When her own parents sold her to him, she had no way of escaping him and no one to turn to for help. *** “I don’t want to stay away for too long. Sometimes I fear the bird might fly away.” “The bird doesn’t have a home. The outside world is dangerous for it. And besides, the bird has already found its freedom inside,” I said. “The bird won’t fly away.” ‘So you don’t have to cut its wings since it did not grow them in the first place. It’s okay. The bird likes the cage anyway.’ *** Support my other works: *Silence*- It is a crime-filled thriller novel with a blooming romance between two teenagers. It is about love, friendship and betrayal. Trust me, the twists will keep you on edge. The Mask Of The Monster where you can read the love blooming between a human girl and a terrifying-looking monster The cover is not mine. Source: Devianart

Proteety_Promi · Fantasy
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618 Chs

Visiting Luc (4)

(From Blue's Perspective)

A long silence and after that a howler of laughter followed. Luc was laughing like he had never laughed before. It seemed if he could roll on the floor, he would. 

"... Are you kidding me? Tell me you're joking," Luc said while shaking with laughter. 

"I'm not," I said normally. "He really talks a lot. Even last night, we talked so much that we forgot to eat."

"What do you two even talk about? That guy is pretty boring when it comes to chatting," he shrugged.

Luc was completely wrong about this. Demetrius was not boring at all and when I was with him, I felt completed. Boring was the last thing I would feel. 

"We talk about everything and some personal matters," I said. I had no wish to tell them what we talked about. After all, those were the moments I would like to treasure in the deepest pit of my heart.