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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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The body- Part 2

More rain continued to fall on the lands of the Bonelake. Washing the silt and dirt that had come up to be pushed to the lower surface. After they were done pushing the mud back in place while keeping the grave back in its position, Damien held her hand to go back to the mansion in a blink of an eye. 

Penny stared blankly at the wall, "Master Damien," she finally looked up to meet his eyes. It seemed that he knew something that she wasn't aware of. 

Damien let out a loud sigh. The sigh camex out to be a bit frustrated. He ran his hand over his hair which had fallen flat on his forehead to only push it back, "Bathsheba was right," he replied to her questioning eyes that had turned greener than the rest of the time over her pale skin. Water droplets still covered her face that stood still, "I don't think you have two mothers. The mother who you have known all these years, whom you saw being buried is not dead."