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The Demon’s Bride

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her. “Master Ian!” She called. Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?” “Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance. “Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.” His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.” He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.” Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being. *** This book is ORIGINAL and it is not Translation Join Author's discord: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

mata0eve · ファンタジー
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756 Chs

Path To Resurrection-III

The demons took a better seat to lessen the tension in the room. Lucifer's eyes were dark and his anger couldn't disappear from his eyes. He was met with Ian's ashes and was at lost of words, seemingly stumbling down the hole of shock and couldn't climb out of it. Beelzebub remained quiet as much as Maroon and the others.

"And this is?" Elise was the one to ask when seeing Lilith. When their eyes met, all of a sudden a chill slid under Lilith's skin. There was something about Elise's gaze that set a striking difference compared to her usual gaze. It was colder and ruthless.

"She is my wife," Maroon was the one who spoke with politeness as he could feel the same pressure on Elise that reminded him of his first time seeing Ian. It was a pressure that could drive a person into the corner. "Lilith Salyn."

Elise didn't immediately talk. She momentarily took a silent look and stared at Lilith. "You were brought back to life by the dark sorcerer lord didn't you?"