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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

The Talk About Parenting

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Get up."

"Hmm?" I mumbled in my sleep.

"It's lunchtime. You need to eat."

"Don't wanna..."

"Come on, get up now."

I felt a tongue licking my ear. It was ticklish. I quickly opened my eyes, only to find my husband looking at me. But his face was not as playful as always, rather it was quite serious.

My lower body hurt a bit, but it was not as much as usual times after we did it. I was still naked. I wrapped the blanket around me and tried to sit. 

"Be careful," he said.

I wanted to ask him a lot of things, but I could not bring myself to say a single thing. I watched him as he took the plate arranged for me and cut the meat into fine pieces. 

"Here, open your mouth," he said, nudging my lips with the piece of meat on the fork.