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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 · Fantasia
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618 Chs

Reece's Disapperance

(From Blue's Perspective)

After a few days, something happened. I started to get anonymous letters that were always in my office. No matter how many security guards I assigned, the letters could not be prevented. They were always in my office, one every single day. 

The time has come ­- the first letter read. 

Are you anxious? - the second letter read. 

That way, there were seven letters in total. All of them contained odd sentences. There was only one sentence in each letter. 

"What's the meaning of all these?" Luc grumbled, throwing the seventh letter on the table angrily. 

"There is no way of figuring who has sent it," Abel said. "We have been looking for all sorts of clues."

"Well, it's not impossible to know who has sent it. We can always guess," I said. "This time, I don't think my speculation is wrong."