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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

Proteety_Promi · Fantasi
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618 Chs

Crying For Him

(From Blue's Perspective)

Dem told me not one, but about many events, many of his dreams. Those dreams showed his childhood, some tolerable memories, but others just plain painful. His voice remained steady the whole time, his eyes focused on the ceiling.

I gasped every time as if no matter how many similar tales he said, I would still get as surprised as the first time I had heard it.

"No… This won't do," I said. "Why? Why now of all times? Why are you dreaming about all these right now? No, Dem… I cannot… I cannot hear," I said, as I sat up with my hands shaking. "Dem… No child can survive such things… No one can…"

"I am not lying," he said slowly, his eyes not moving from the striking beauty of the ceiling.