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Young master Damien's pet

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

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Broken wheel- Part 2

The Quinn's coachman stared at the broken wheel with a mixture of surprise and worry. He had made sure to oil the wheel and also had made sure to refix the wheel to the carriage to make sure the ride would be smooth and it had been smooth until a few moments ago.

The servant wasn't sure if he should be thankful that the wheel hadn't come off else the carriage would have been dragged for a certain distance before coming to a halt. But on the other hand, there was a possibility that the wheel could have been fixed back. Right now the carriage had broken down, the wheel broken into two halves which in a few seconds broke into another half with a loud sound of the carriage moving down towards the ground.

Both the coachman as well as Penelope cringed hearing and looking at the front left corner of the carriage to fall down.

"Let me go get some help, Miss," the coachman bowed his head.