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Betrothed To The Rogue King   Rogue
My heart was broken, but the blue eyes propped me up and kept me. It was easier to make a decision finally. "Oh… You look better than when I picked you up beside the shallow grave that was to house your cursed body." The Rogue King said, getting on my nerves for the umpteenth time. "How do you really intend to monetize me? Are you still thinking about my parents?" I asked, ready to play throw-and-go-find with a racket with him like lawn tennis. "Oh… You really think that I am counting on your parents?" The Rogue King Ethan laughed loudly, and his goons laughed along with him and stopped immediately he stopped. "I find this choreography really quite adorable, but you have no idea just how useless I actually am to you." I said, standing my ground, and flipping my silver hair. "You might not be aware, but somebody even more powerful than the Greysons is interested in your cute cursed self. I mean, I don't know what anyone would want with that silver mess on your head, but all I w
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Cursed
I was surprised when the nurse woke me up. She was always very kind to me, but kept her distance at the same time. I was still cursed after all, and an abomination to wolves everywhere in the world. I was surprised by the fact that she was removing me from the drip that I was still on, and bandaging up the parts of my body that needed to be covered. I laid there quietly and let her do what she was doing even though I did not understand anything. The doctor had told me just last night that I was going to be discharged after three more days of careful observation, so to have her suddenly remove me from the drip and everything else was a surprise to me. But I trusted the hospital, soI just trusted the process. "Please get dressed, Miss." She said politely, handing me some clothes. I stared at her in shock, not reaching out for the clothes, so she left them on the chair in the room. Before I could find my voice enough to form a coherent sentence, she had picked up her equipment and hu
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Saviour
Ethan wanted me in his home, but why? Why didn't he say something sooner? Who was my "buyer", and why was I with Ethan, and not with my saviour? He continued anyway, "We've been trying to get you released for quite some time, but your ransome payer refuses to follow all my instructions. He keeps thinking that he can just play me and get you from my grasp without paying." He chuckled as he lit his cigar, and his tone and demeanour scared me more than being chased by him and his wolves back in the woods. "Can I…" I stuttered, and took three deep breaths before continuing. "Can I ask why we are in your house?" I sounded dumb even to myself. He stopped smoking for a while and left his cigar suspended mid air between his index and thumb. "Were you deaf to what I just said?" He yelled furiously. "My way or no other way!" He stated with a note of finality. Why hadn't the person just listened to him? Why had they not just followed his instructions knowing very well how extreme and dang
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Love fists
When I got to the study, there he was, sitting behind his desk, sipping tea, with a stack of papers and documents in front of him, writing notes in his big notebook that was laid down flat on the top of the stack."How do I deserve this?" I asked desperately, setting my emotions free, stopping myself from running into his arms. Absence indeed had made my heart grow fonder. Ethan looked up at me with soulful eyes and a look that I remember from when he had taken me from the hospital. He stood up slowly, and walked even slower over to where I stood at the door. By the time he stood directly in front of me so that I had to look up at his tall frame to see his face, I was panting from exhaustion. "How have you been, little one?" The Rogue King asked kindly, and I felt a sudden and inexplicable urge to slap him hard across the face. I was his prisoner, not his love interest, so why was he looking down at my lips like that. I backed away from him. I noticed the look of hurt or something
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Night crawlers
The Alpha King was becoming unbearably restless with each passing day. He could not understand why the Rogue King had to be the one denying him access to the one person he wanted to act life with. He was angry and outraged by the constant space between himself and Clara. After having spent long arduous months searching for someone that was good enough to be presented to his mother, and spending a night watching the same person go from celebrity to outcast, he felt like he really deserved a chance to solve his own problems and by extension, hers as well. She needed a home, and he needed a wife - so both of them were good to go. But Ethan! Information eventually reached the Alpha King on the whereabouts of Clara. He had to pay a private investigator just to get the job done for him. Owing to the fact that it was a super secret mission because no one else was to know that Clara was just to be a contract wife for thirty days, he could not involve his army of wolves. And as such, he had
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Stockholm
The thought of being completely obliterated from the life and mind of my sister filled my chest with an immense sadness; one so intense that I began crying silently. This emptiness inside of me had never left me since the unfortunate night of my inability to shift. It clutched onto my soul desperately like a starving vampire and kept haunting me even in my dreams. I dreamt almost every night, of Jake denouncing me simply because I could not shift, and because my hair was now silver. The loneliness had gotten so bad and so painful since then, that I feared that it would consume my entire being if I did not find something to occupy my mind. The pain I felt inside my heart grew worse with every passing second. I felt like an outsider, a stranger in the world, completely cut off from everyone who ever knew me. I could no longer remember the last time that anyone had said my name, or even asked me how I felt, if I felt anything at all. All that I could think of was my father, a man who
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Dash for freedom
I stood up from the floor slowly, rising like in the legend of the phoenix, wiping the tears angrily from my face. I went into the bathroom, and peed, then I stood in front of the wide mirror, washing my face at the sink and patting my face dry with the unbelievably soft face towel. I step back into the room, and into the closet. I select a pair of black shorts and a large T-shirt and comb out my silver hair, making it glossy and shiny. While I am stuck with the hair, I might as well wear the fuck out of it because crying was not going to change anything for me. I decided that I was better off taking advantage of the chaos and trying once again, to escape from the Rogue King's beautiful hell hole. I threw a few things into a small bag, put on some comfortable waterproof sneakers, a black hoodie and thigh-high thick socks. I was ready. I stepped out of the room to find that the men were gone, and I smiled because it made my plan easier to execute. I could hear grunting sounds like f
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Alive
The next time I opened my eyes, I couldn’t tell if it was day or night. Everything had been black, and that made things even harder than before, because everything was still too blurry. I could hear people around me talking as well as feel their hands moving all over me. And there were voices that sounded familiar, though they were not words that I understood either. Then a hand touched my forehead, and the voice was close again, this time saying, “She’s waking up.” The hand left again. After a moment of confusion, I realized what was happening; I was being assessed and treated. A moment after that realization, I heard footsteps approaching and then saw the face of the man who had come earlier. The doctor I’d seen earlier, maybe?“Hello, Miss,” he said warmly. He was an older gentleman, his beard peppered with grey. His hair looked like a thick forest of strands that had not been visited by a comb since he got it trimmed, and he smelled of peppermint toothpaste. He probably had some
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