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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

ash_knight17 · Fantaisie
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Selfish you, which I don't mind- Part 1

Penny closed the pocket watch shut. Putting it back in the pocket of her dress which was the late lady's, his mother's dress. Most of the dresses were long as his mother was taller than Penny but it was manageable. Dresses didn't often come with pockets but these were customized for her own use. 

There were often times she wondered about the lady, wondering what kind of woman she actually was. If she was the same person who people perceived through their eyes or if there was something more to the surface of what people assumed to be. 

"I should get going," said Penny, taking a last look around the room which was supposed to be a hidden, hideout place for all witchcrafts that had been stored for years now, "Do you think I could take this with me?" asked Penny for the young girl to smile.

"Unfortunately, no. It is a classified document," the girl looked at Penny with an awkward expression as if it was hard to refuse her.