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Slave To The Demon King Blunt Talks
She worked through the plates with thorough concentration. Arabella refused to think. There was nothing to think about besides the horrible truth she had discovered very recently. She could not bring herself to look at him.How could she bring herself to reconcile all she had heard with the man she used to know. And to think that he might have been responsible for her desire for him. To think that he might have manipulated her emotions and turned her into his personal sex puppet.She shook her head to keep the foul thoughts away. It was safer that way, as she was driving closer to the edge of insanity. So, she thought it best to pour her heart into the meal she was making. She flipped the chicken in the pan and allowed herself to savor the aroma. Food had always been powerful enough to distract her thoughts. Arabella smiled to herself as she thought about all the times all the times she had cooked as a child whenever she was unhappy.It was funny to think that cooking had come to
Slave To The Demon King Some Space
Arabella did not speak to anyone until evening. She was overly fixed on minding her business, which was a very good idea now that she had almost no one to talk to anymore. Her master was no longer speaking to her - not that she was interested in speaking to him either. And Markus Dane did not return to the kitchen after he had left. Her confession and confrontation must have done a number on her.She did not want to think about it, but the betrayal still stung like fresh wound - terrible and pale fresh wound. Being lied to in the face was not exactly Arabella's hobby, but her master had kept away something very important. She did not know if she could ever trust him again. Arabella was not sure if she would ever allow herself trust him again.She went about her chores in silence and ended with cleaning the living room. She was bent over one of the sofas in a bid to push dust off the throw pillows, when she heard footsteps slowly approach the door of the of the living room.Arabella d
Slave To The Demon King Fire & Brimstone
Fire. Brimstone. And noise. A whole lot of noise. They were gathered in the dark room, all heads hidden underneath dark hoods of their equally dark cloaks. The room reeked of the smell of burnt meat from the sacrifice they had offered, as was the custom before every general meeting began. The room was built in the middle of circular walls that threatened to scrape the night sky. The hundreds of dimly lit candles stationed all over the walls did almost nothing to illuminate the room, but demons were not beings of light. They were the very epitome of darkness. Somewhere on the table of the high twelve sat Klaus. He folded his hands on his thighs and stayed silent, even as the elders around him continued to speak their minds concerning whatever matter they believed was urgent enough to lure him out of his house. Klaus Lavon did not want to be there, not at all. He wished he could be anywhere else, perhaps at home, nursing the wounds of his broken heart with alcohol and more dreams o
Slave To The Demon King The Bloody Devil
The next morning, after struggling to get her much needed sleep, she continued with her regular chores - thanking the heavens she did not need to clean his room - and took her bath, before she settled to have breakfast.She set the table for two, since the meal was as simple as tea and sandwiches. Though a part of her knew and believed that her master would not show up that morning. He had not come to the dining since they had their argument, and it was better for her. She did not need to see him, not when she was not yet over all that had happened. Arabella raised her cup of tea to her lips and sipped the tea, the slurping sound gave her comfort, and she was loving every bit of the comfort it provided. She leaned back into her chair and closed her eyes, but was immediately distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching the dining. Her eyes flew open, but she kept her gaze on the table. She would hate to see him at the time she was least prepared to do so, she thought to herself.
Slave To The Demon King Breaking The Contract
Arabella did not see or speak with her master again after that morning. He seemed to have headed to her pleas, and given her the space she needed, which was good. But a part of her wished he had been a tad bit stubborn. Of a truth, she was confused. She wished they could return back to normal, but everything was still a shock to her. Arabella was not sure she could fully trust him, and she had never been a fan of lying to herself. Or at least, that was what she thought. For the rest of that day, she went about her activities in silence and solitude, allowing nothing but the sound of the ticking clock accompany her. Her solitude continued the next morning.Mrs George had not been around in a while, so she had to take up both the cleaning and cooking chores. She was busy dusting the books on the sturdy shelves in the grand library, and humming her favorite childhood rhyme when she heard a knock on the door. Arabella turned her head slowly to find her master stationed at the door
Slave To The Demon King The Unbreakable Bond
Her legs trembled as she staggered backwards, the sole of her feet suddenly felt hot, as though it would melt through the ground. Beads of sweat broke out of the skin of her forehead, while her lips shook violently and her teeth gnashed against themselves. Arabella shook her head repeatedly - times without number - in disbelief. She did not want to believe the words that had slipped out of his tongue. There was no way he could lie to her again. He could not have raised her hopes to this extent for nothing. Master Klaus turned over his shoulder to look at her. The disappointment in her eyes outweighed it. He must have known how important leaving this place was to her, he must have known how badly she wanted her freedom, he must have known that he was the only one capable of setting her free. So, he must have used his one strength to toy with her out of malice. Her mind continued to ponder on these thoughts, but she forced herself to push it to the back of her mind. However, the
Slave To The Demon King Seeking Answers
Klaus Lavon pumped the brakes of his car with a rage and speed he had never thought possible. He had been angry and confused before, but none of them could ever compare to the raging fire that was ignited and burned voraciously within him. He was confused and beyond outraged. Klaus had a lot of questions, and only Markus could answer the questions he had. He had tried to think of answers for himself, but his wisdom seemed to have forsaken him. He hoped, to hades, that Markus would have tangible answers that would help him. He could not bare the torture of thinking of her for one extra day, or he would lose his mind for good. On his arrival, Klaus stormed out of his car and banged his door shut. He walked briskly to the door step of his friend's mansion. The door men were already quite familiar with his presence, so they let him in with ease. Klaus nodded curtly as they bowed to greet him. He walked past the door with a frown on his face. The first place he walked towards was the
Slave To The Demon King Blissful Ignorance
When they said "knowledge is pain, ignorance is a bliss” were in no doubt, speaking of the situation of Klaus.No. It did not matter that his story only happened years after the dating was birthed, he was convinced that it had been projected into the future to haunt him, and nothing could convince him otherwise. After he left the mansion of his best friend, his thoughts began to spiral. He could not stop thinking about what had been said, and the implication it had on him.He stormed into his house, and went to Arabella's room, the room of the woman who tormented his thoughts, but he did not find the refuge he had expected. So, he walked out in anger. He eluded her of his presence and found safety somewhere rather... unconventional; his mini bar. Klaus Lavon had never considered himself an alcoholic. Surely, the son of the devil had to be above all things, above all addictions. Yet, it seemed to be the only thing capable of healing his tormented heart. So, he picked up his bottle
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