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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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You're Perfect

(From Blue's Perspective)

He had cleaned me up fully and I was now sitting in his chair while he was standing up behind me. He was showing me his paperwork. I just wanted to see how much he worked. And it was a lot I had to admit. 

Though he was showing me some important papers, the mood from earlier had not changed yet and I was still embarrassed about the entire thing. We had done something lewd just a while ago and now he was showing me the paperwork. How funny! 

"Your ears are all red, my wife. Is it because of me? Are you embarrassed?" he whispered into my ear. His warm breath tickled my ear. Weird... Everything was weird. 

"I won't come here again," I mumbled. 

"Why not?" he asked. 

"You're such a bully. You always bully me," I said.