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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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[Bonus chapter] The Magic Tower (2)

(From Blue's Perspective)

I climbed up the stairs slowly. Every single place in the round and narrow tower was untidy. Wherever my eyes went, there was nothing but books. I wondered if Luc read all of those. Dem did not tell me much about him, but the way it seemed, it was clear that they were friends though my husband was too reluctant to admit it. 

It was still hard to believe what he said a moment ago. He truly made sure my family was punished. Perhaps I was evil, but I was happy. From the beginning, I knew that the things they were doing to me were wrong. But I could not do anything. I had lost all my hopes. Living in that hell, I had never learned how to dream. And I did not know if I would be able to know the real meaning of dreams. 

But I was wrong. Now I knew what dreams meant. After all, I was living in a dream myself. And I did not want to wake up either.