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Young master Damien's pet

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · 奇幻言情
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Approve- Part 2

Maggie stared at the man wide-eyed and suddenly snapped her head to look at the front of her chair where Grace had her own head that was yet to turn around as her eyes were strained on the man who had come. Maggie didn't know why but it felt like the man had come here to commit suicide. Her father had already been displeased with her working in a stranger's house, and to make it worse, Grace had tattled on her about seeing a man without anyone's notice. 

Darting her eyes on the food, she picked it up and put some of it on her plate before starting to eat. 

She tried hard to keep her eyes to her but it went to drift towards where the vampire took his seat not too far away from her or her father. 

"Maggie," Lady Fleurance called her and Maggie looked up to see her step-mother giving her a look of disappointment, "You need to wait for the butler and the maids to serve the food than behave like a starved person."