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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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Having Lunch Together

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"Ah, you're already here," I said as I entered the dining room and found my wife waiting for me. "I got a bit late... I am sorry."

She was dressed in a pink gown. Her skin tone complimented it perfectly, and she looked stunning in it. But the fabric- it was surely not from here. 

I knew a lot about fabrics because I chose my own as well as the fabrics for my wife's dresses. That was why it did not take me long to notice which fabric it was. It was called 'May Bane' It was named after the woman who invented the method for producing this fabric. 

"It's alright. I got here just now as well," she smiled. "The bath took a bit long..."

"... This dress suits you. You look lovely," I said. 

"Thank you...," she blushed.