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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

Proteety_Promi · Fantasy
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591 Chs

The Dresses

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Lady Perita. What are you doing here?" Ruby asked as she came back.

"From today onwards, I am Her Highness's personal knight," Perita said. "And just Perita is fine."

Ruby looked at me with questioning eyes and I nodded in agreement. "That's good," Ruby said. "It's good that it's a woman this time."

Ruby was just like Demetrius when it came to things like that. She was as naggy as him and of course, as protective.

"Will you take a look at the dress now?" Ruby asked.

"Yes," I said. "I am kind of excited..."

"Please come with me, Your Highness."

Ruby led us out of the bedroom. Right beside the bedroom, there was a room where all my dresses and accessories were stored. It was very big, almost like a ballroom. Our bedroom was no less than that as well. 

"What dress?" Perita asked.

"The one I am wearing at the banquet," I replied.

"Your Highness hasn't seen it yet?" she asked, surprised.