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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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Taking Care Of The Wedding Preparations

(From Blue's Perspective)

"The invitation has been sent," Luc said. "You won't believe how stressful getting married is. I have to take care of everything."

"Ruby is working hard too. Stop complaining," I said, not looking up at him. 

Luc had come to meet me after he got a break. He had been busy because of the wedding preparations and his work as the master of the magic tower. He had been complaining to me in letters and now he had come in person to do so. 

"I wish I got married like you did. Everything would be ready. I just needed to be present," he sighed. 

"You are gonna get married once. Try to enjoy every single moment of it, Luc," I said. "Or one day, you will regret it all."

"Wow, your handwriting... sucks," he said suddenly, bending over and looking at the papers I was writing on. 

"... Will you get out?"

"Nope!"