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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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Did She Leave A Mark?

(From Blue's Perspective)

Knight Malek was quite tall, broad-shouldered, bronze-skinned, chocolate eyed, and handsome. But it was not the same man. Now that I looked at the man in front of me, I felt like the man I had seen with Iris was a lot shorter than him. Maybe I was right when I said that the man might be of normal height. At least, normal in my world. The men and women were pretty tall in this world, most of them, at least. 

I shook my head at Dem. 

"You can go now," Dem said. 

He gave a nod but looked a little confused. I gave him a reassuring smile. It was a little hard for some reason. 

Before, I used to smile at others quite easily. But these days, if it was a little hard. It was kind of like part of me did not even bother to try. 

'That part of me,' my subconsciousness reminded me. 

It was there, somewhere inside me. It was waiting. And it was getting impatient. 

"So, not him," Dem muttered.