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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 · Fantasy
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A parent's grief- Part 1

She blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn't imagining but did the small adorable cat transform to a panther that was sitting on top of her?! She didn't know if it was because of lack of sleep and food but to make sure she wasn't dreaming, the animal pawed at her playfully which came more like a threat to her. 

Oh God thought Penny to herself. Forget about getting killed by a vampire or a black witch. She was going to die by the paws of a panther!

Hearing the animal purr didn't make it anything less difficult. There was no maid and the butler had gone in with the teacup. 

"What an intelligent cat," Penny praised the panther who purred, coming close to her face and rubbing his own face on the side of her cheeks as any small cat would. But the problem here was that this was no small cat but a bigger version of a cat, "You had to turn and scare me right after the butler left, huh," she commented to have the panther lick her face. This made her giggle.