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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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Evelyn Came Back?

(From Blue's Perspective)

Dem pushed me against the wall and our lips clashed together. I felt hot inside, as if something was igniting inside me. I leaned into the kiss, my fingers in his hair. I wanted him close to me, as close as possible. His arms were tight around me. It did not matter. No matter how close we were, I would always want him to pull me even closer.

Being with him now was just like when I had been with him for the first time. I knew I would love him, whether I admitted it or not. And I knew he would take me to the pinnacle of pleasure.

I wanted him to rip my nightgown off. I wanted him to fuck me against the world- hard and rough. I wanted him to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Only then, I would be satisfied.

"You're mine," he whispered in my ear as his lips left mine. "Always mine."