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The Demon’s Bride

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her. “Master Ian!” She called. Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?” “Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance. “Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.” His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.” He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.” Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being. *** This book is ORIGINAL and it is not Translation Join Author's discord: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

mata0eve · Fantasy

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756 Chs

Torn Neck-III

Ian could tell the maid was the person they were searching for by her heartbeat. Human's heartbeat said it all to what they are feeling. While the rest were looking at Elise in surprise, the particular maid whose neck was now grasped on his hands looked at her with shock.

"Terrific," Ian remarked and Tracey who looked at her was with a contour of dread, "I hate it when people stood in front of me waiting for their death, running does do the trick, but you should have known to run away you would have use the black magic you did to my puppy here."

The rest of the maids who were wringing their hands in fear and head dropping to the ground perked up when they heard black magic. All eyes on Tracey was now shocked. Since olden age it was said the only people who could perform black magics were the dark sorcerer, the same people who had killed others in the vilest method.

Cynthia and Austin who came in the room looked at the woman with their eyes narrowed.

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