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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

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The Shadow

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"I don't understand," she muttered, standing in front of the mirror. 

"What?" I asked while I was looking for a nightgown in the closet. 

"There is a huge mark on my neck... It looks like someone kissed here. It's like a hickey. But if he did that, I would have known. I don't remember feeling anything like that," she said, touching the red mark on her neck. 

"He did not do that," I said. 

"... You did?"

"Yes," I said. "He did make a mark, but it was very little. Still, I could not bear that mark. Another man made that. That's why I made a bigger one to hide that hideous mark."

"..."

"Here is your nightgown. Get changed and sleep," I said, handing her a black light nightgown. 

"You are crazy. It must have been a very small mark," she mumbled as she put on her nightgown and climbed on the bed. 

"Do you hate it that I made a mark on you?"