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Young master Damien's pet

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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761 Chs

Irreversible- Part 1

Damien shrugged his shoulder. Without imparting any words to reply or exchange, he started to walk out of the mansion. His footsteps taking him on the lonely bridge that stood in the air. 

When Grace returned, she walked inside as if she had done nothing wrong today. Like her day had been of bliss if it weren't for her brother who returned back to only slap her amidst the crowd. She gritted her teeth. She had been shamed in front of people, in front of the higher-ups like the Lord and the Duke, the very same man whom a few months ago she had been chasing. 

And all because of that mere slave who was nothing but worthless. How could he slap her for a mere slave of no value? Someone as negligible as that girl who was a girl who came recently while she was his sister. Blood-related! She couldn't wait to tell it out to her father. Knowing well how her father didn't take well of physical abuse on her.