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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 Relaxing Date

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Ah, your mother is a nurse and she also runs this place?" I asked. 

"My mother is needed during wars mostly. That's why this place is popular among knights. They would come here for Mother's food. Everyone loves the food she makes. Father is away. He is the one who usually runs this place."

"I see."

The food was served. I was very surprised to discover how great the food was. 

"It's really good. Isn't it, honey?" I exclaimed. 

"Yes, it is good," Dem nodded. 

Dion also seemed to like the milk pudding. It was not too sweet, which was to his taste. 

"The food here is really good. We love it," I said to the mother and daughter. 

"We are glad. I hope the lady will come back again and again," the mother said.

"Lady, you have beautiful eyes," the girl said. "They are a pretty blue."

"Oh my, thank you," I smiled.