webnovel

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 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
591 Chs

Discussing Ruby And Luc's Marriage

(From Blue's Perspective) 

Luc came this morning. He checked me to see if I truly could take the pills now. In my dream, I heard that I could. So, I had a feeling that it was true. 

"You can take them now," he said, after checking everything thoroughly. "Your husband will surely be the happiest, that horny..." 

"What are you saying? We are married. It's natural for him to want it," I said. And it was not just him who wanted it. "You will find out soon since you are marrying." 

"By the way, congratulations, you two. I wanted to congratulate both of you at the same time," I said. Ruby stiffened up hearing it. She was cleaning the couch in the bedroom for the fifth time today. I could see her ears turning red. 

"Thank you, Your Highness," she mumbled. 

"Luc, you are supposed to say 'thank you' when someone congratulates you for something," I said. "Come on, practice saying so to me. You have to say it lots of times after all."