Chapter: The green hair witchSylviamy mother walk up to the creepy man “Lord Rough it’s good to see you” she smile so charmingly.so this is the Lord I was sold to, he look tall, maybe in his early 40’s , a wolf for that matter, will he eat me, oh God, I shivered from my spot.“Oh Jane how is the Irish family, I suppose you have received my token, you never told me she’s this beautiful but why the veil”Mom smile nervously. “You should be the first one to see her face Lord Rough” she bow slightlyJesse pitch my arm painfullly “you’re suppose to smile and wave oh you don’t mind walking up to them to greet your new husband do you.”what a rotten luck I have, I put on a soft smile bowing slightly though am not sure they saw my face, mom laugh at the joke he made.my hand became sweaty,My mind was racing so loud I feared those around me could hear it. My legs move before my brain registered. I quickly walk away avoiding his burning gaze, my feet took me outside the ballroom, down the hall,I spent the next hour obser
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Chapter: Sold as a sex slaveWhen the carriage stopped, I heard the murmuring of a crowd. Footmen in dark fur cloaks opened the door. I was eyeing them suspiciously before I concluded that they must be low-rank wolves. Humans would not be footmen here."Remember your part, Sylvia," Lady Irish hissed, grabbing my arm just before I stepped out. "Keep your head down. Do not look around. Rouph is already inside waiting for you after."Mira stepped out first, basking in the attention. She was stunning, designed perfectly to appeal to the court. Jessa followed.I stepped out last, in Kael's torn dress, veiled, invisible.I stepped out last. The air immediately felt different. It was most likely the aura of many high ranking wolves gathered in one place. It was overwhelming. It felt like standing too close to a pack of predators heavy, musky, powerful. My family looked unbothered by the atmosphere. They were probably already used to it.We were immediately ushered inside. The ballroom was enormous, easily the size of t
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Chapter: The ballLady Irish grabbed a stack of faded, dusty photograph albums. She opened one and flipped through the pages quickly. "This is how we maintained the façade," she muttered to me. "When people ask, you are an extremely distant cousin who just arrived. You were studying abroad in the outer colonies. Remember the story in case you are asked. You have never lived here.""But I have memories of being here," I protested, a slight tremor in my voice. The memories were blurry, incomplete and felt faraway but they were there. I remembered the garden, the library.Lady Irish laughed, a short, humorless sound. "Nonsense. You've been isolated in the west wing since you were sixteen, except for mandatory tutor sessions. We told people you were sent away. You have lived a life of total hiding for four years. No one knows you. That is the only thing saving us now."This explained the kind of room I woke up in. Sylvia wasn't just unwanted, she was kept hidden. I looked at Kael again. She caught my eye a
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Chapter: The veilthe main door to the outer chambers burst open.The sight of the people who entered was shocking and surreal. They looked like humans but better. They were carefully dressed and had great posture but they radiated an energy that felt harsh and unwelcome.It was them. Sylvia's three sisters.I knew their names suddenly, like Lily’s memories no, Sylvia's memories pushing in. Mira, Jessa, and Kael. All beautiful, all dressed like princesses. And behind them, the woman I had mistakenly called mother earlier. well technically she’s my mother now. Lady Irish.But this time she looked calm. Too calm. That fake calm that means someone is about to be killed. “Sylvia! You are awake," Mira said, the oldest. Her voice held no relief, only irritation. She was tall, smartly dressed, her face filled with disgust.Jessa, the second one with tightly bound blonde hair rushed forward towards me. I stepped back trying to avoid her but she grabbed my arm, her fingers digging in painfully. "Are you mad? !
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Chapter: The History OF The Blood MoonI stumbled back to the bed. My head was still pounding and my heart was still racing.I didn't have time to panic. I had to scrub.the rag felt strange in my hand yet familiar. I grabbed the rough brush the woman had left beside the pail. The bathroom was not a bathroom like I knew. No tiles. No shower. A big stone basin, a hole in the floor, and moss growing in the corners. The water in the pail was icy and smelled like lemon and ash.I knelt. My knees still that sand feeling, like they would crumble screamed.The door was half open. Footsteps. Two other girls in black and white servant uniforms passed. They saw me on the floor and giggled, their expression full of mockery."Look, the fourth is scrubbing again. Lady Irish must be angry," one whispered, loud enough for me to hear."She always scrubs. That's all she's good for," the other laughed. They didn't stop. They didn't help. They just walked away laughing.My stomach made a loud, rumbling growl. I Felt like I hadn’t eaten in years
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Chapter: A different body in a different worldAs I sit on the marble floor, letting the cold seethe into my skin, I can hear everything.Outside is noisy. My brother brought his friends over to celebrate the new car Dad got for him. Loud music. Laughter. Someone is revving the engine over and over again in our driveway. My Mom is shouting "Be careful!" but she is laughing. Her face full of pride.Inside, my room is silent.My report card is on the floor next to me. Straight As. For the first time in my whole life, straight As. I came home holding it so tight my knuckles turned white. I thought today would be different.But when I walked into the driveway, nobody even saw me. There was a shiny black car with a big red bow on it. For Daniel. Because he got into college. My parents were hugging him, taking pictures, crying with happiness. There were balloons everywhere.I stood there for a full minute before my Dad noticed me."Not now, Lily" he said. His voice was flat, devoid of anger, which was somehow worse than shouting. "Can'
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