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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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The Embarrassing Morning

(From Blue's Perspective)

When I woke up, it was past lunchtime. I was not even in my right mind after waking up. And the moment what happened last night came to my mind, I felt even more embarrassed. 

It was true that it did not hurt anymore. Moreover, it was too good to be true. I had been weird. Peculiar sounds were leaving my mouth and if I recalled correctly, I even asked for more. How embarrassing! 

He was too strong. I had a feeling that he would not even bother to stop if it was not for me. We had to keep going on until sunrise. After that, I did not even remember when I fell asleep or perhaps I had lost my consciousness. 

My limbs hurt as if they were smashed by a big machine. It was too difficult to even sit. At this rate, I could not even think of standing. 

"You're awake, my wife."