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The drive was quite a short one, mostly because Klaus Lavon made a decision to be silent for most of it, except for the time he muttered underneath his breath, promising Delilah the most awful torture she would ever have the chance to experience in her rather short life. He could not wait.He sat with his fists clenched throughout, sitting and leaning out of the chair. Markus stayed silent, he could understand his best friend's anger. Arabella was the love of his life, she would forever remain so, to dare to toy with her life was to gamble with yours.As Klaus occasionally turned to his best friend, he could tell the reason Markus kept his eyes on him, he did not need a soothsayer to tell him Markus was bothered.The closer they got to the warehouse, the more Klaus's rage was fueled within him. When Markus finally stopped the car, Klaus sucked in a deep breath and stepped out of the car. As they approached the doors of the warehouse, Markus's guards made way for them. They pushed the
Slave To The Demon King Welcome Home
Every good thing, they say, comes to an end. Fortunately, so does every bad thing. And for Arabella, one nightmare in her life was finally over. Finally, she was going home. As she sat up on the chair, she watched Klaus sign the rest of her discharge documents, while the doctor spoke with a proud smile on his face. He was not to be blamed now, was he? She would have had a broader smile on if she was the one who had saved someone's life. Not just one person, but two; mother and child. The hospital had done really well, she would have given them a five-star rating if there was any opportunity to do so. "Thank you for everything, Doctor Barnes. I really appreciate." Klaus said, extending his right hand out for a handshake. Arabella blushed. She was happy she could lose the "master" title now. After all, with his baby in her womb, their relationship had gone far past master and slave. To be frank, she still found it funny that their relationship began on such grounds. If she did
Slave To The Demon King Scary Dreams & Spells
Darkness. It was a concept Arabella had already gotten used to, a feeling she had learnt to kiss. The glorified sense of loneliness that enveloped her whenever she could barely see her own two feet. It was the same thing now, absolutely nothing had changed. She could only remember herself getting into bed beside Klaus at night, and placing her head on his chest, as he rubbed her back gently. How she had managed to transcend from that, to the current state she was in, was unknown to even her. However, one thing was very sure. Arabella was neither happy nor comfortable with where she was. The sweat that poured from her forehead, and soaked her neck was more than enough to tell her that.It was only when she tried to move her feet and settle into a more comfortable position, that she realized her legs had been chained. Her hands had been cuffed behind her back, and the smell of the room that hit her nose was rather….familiar. The sound of a door creaking open was more than enough
Slave To The Demon King Appreciations
Arabella stepped into the kitchen the next morning. She felt stronger and better than last night, thanks to Klaus who had made sure to take good and proper care of her.As she walked into the kitchen, the woman took a quick turn to glance at her. A small frown formed on Mrs. George's face as she looked at Arabella."And what, if I may ask, might you be doing downstairs?" Arabella watched as Mrs. George dropped the plate in her hands, wiped her soapy hands against her dark apron, begkre rushing to her."What do you think you're doing downstairs?"Arabella was surprised to see the woman rush to her like that. As she continued to watch Mrs. George's face, a deep frown spread across her lips."I just wanted to help you do some stuff around the kitchen. I…""No, no." Mrs. George refused, shaking her head."I cannot let you do that, please. You need to go back upstairs to rest."Arabella rolled her eyes and scoffed. If was an awfully loud one.Rest? She needed to rest?It really felt like r
Slave To The Demon King Some Minor Worries
The discussion with Markus had ended better than Klaus had expected, and he was now ready to return home to the love of his life, and his beautiful unborn child. He did not need to see the face of the baby to know that she would be an absolute angel. Yes, she. From the dream Arabella told him she had, Klaus was bold enough to assume the child was a girl, and he hoped and prayed he would not be wrong. He would be so delighted to have a mini Arabella running around his mansion and staying close to him very soon. He could not wait to shower her with kisses and love. The same way he planned to spoil her mother with all the wonderful, endearing, and best things of life. As he stepped into the room he shared with Arabella, Klaus heart lept for joy in his chest. He leaned against the door, hands folded in front of his chest as he watched her, a proud smile on his face. Of a truth, Klaus had never been happier to have someone in his life, someone to love, someone to hold. Before he met
Slave To The Demon King Family Dinner & Reconciliations
They were all seated around the room table. Arabella had never had the room so filled with people before. It has always been just she and Klaus, but now, his father and Mrs. George were present with them, not to forget the baby in her stomach. The food was served shortly after everyone arrived. Arabella set the table, even if Klaus did not agree to it, while Mrs. George displayed the delicious and colorful cuisines in different plates and bowls, with different drinks; wine, champagne, fruit juices, and punch, all glittering in their various colours, their flavors filling the room with beautiful scents. She was happy. She continued to smile from ear to ear, pleased to finally be part of something she could hold dear, something she could be part of. "Can someone pass me the sauce?" Arabella heard Klaus's father ask. He stretched his hand to no one in particular, but Arabella jumped from her seat immediately, just to make sure she served him the sauce as quick as possible. No matte
Slave To The Demon King Sordid Discussions
Arabella stayed behind at the table to finish her meal with Mrs. George. After father and son had both excused themselves, Arabella and Mrs. George stayed back to enjoy their dinner in peace. Maybe Mrs. George was able to eat in peace, but Arabella was not. All the while, she kept on thinking about what Klaus's father had intended to ask her, and what the answer to the question would have been. Mrs. George looked up at her at one point, a small smile on her face. "I do not think you should beat yourself up about it, Arabella. If it was anything very important, you should know master Klaus would never keep it away from you." Arabella dropped her fork, and cleared her throat. She stared deep into Mrs. George's eyes, before speaking. "I know, I know. But I can't stop myself from worrying. It sucks, it really does." Mrs. George heaved a sigh. She reached out to Arabella and touched her wrist gently. "You'll be alright, my dear. That is all I really need you to know." Arabella did
Slave To The Demon King Meeting Klaus’s People
The day had finally arrived. Klaus and Arabella had both agreed she would meet his people on the evening of the weekend, and since then, Klaus had counted down the seconds and minutes that would lead them up to that very moment. That evening, while she was getting ready, Klaus went over the details of the meeting once more."We will be meeting them at the banquet hall." He started to say. Arabella had dropped her brush on the dressing table, to turn to look at him. Klaus did not pay attention to the look in her eyes, he was terrified of what he would find; something like fear, that would make him back down. "A feast has been prepared. You would be dining with us, Arabella." Klaus could remember seeing her smile. He had a feeling the smile was to tell him to be calm, to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. To tell him that she could be strong enough for the both of them, it did not matter how, or what she needed to be strong for. As he paced about in the balcony
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