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My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) CHAPTER 149/150: My Favorite person in the world
Hi, guys! Author here, I made a mistake with the numbering, but be rest assured, the chapters are intact. KOLThe punching bag in front of me sways, making a squeaky sound as I punch it repeatedly, sweating my eyes out because I want a release. My fists go in and out, sweat trickling down my chin, my boots squeaking against the tiles as I duck my head, then rise again, punching the bag at a constant rhythm. Last night, I found her. No, I found them. I felt their fear through my bones like it was mine, and I saw the panic spreading across her face when she realized she'd been found. I could have gone for her last night. I could have vanished from my room to the little human house she's hiding with her brother and grab her before they realized anything. But I gave her the chance to run. A chance to escape. A chance to run as far away from hell because I'm dragging her back. I want her to have her final moments with her brother because for this grave crime of running, she might never
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 148: Found us?
ISABELLAThis house is filled with memories. Memories of pesky little humans. My wedding with Regal's tomorrow and kingdoms are already in chaos. The bride—me—hasn’t been found, my father's flipping through towns, burning villages to the ground, driving daggers through hearts just because he's looking for his daughter and son. He's tagged Lorenzo and I as traitors. He placed a bounty on our heads. While Matteo’s still deceiving him to give Lorenzo, Stephanie and I more time to leave this damn kingdom, I'm sipping from a blood bag, watching my favorite show on the TV. It's literally my daily routine right now. Wake up. Blood. Food. TV. More food. Hit the bed. I don't even step out for some air because some of my father's men could be scanning the area. A sigh escapes my lips and Stephanie chuckles next to me. She's my couch buddy now, ever present in her cute PJs and messy bun. She nudges my shoulder, clutching her popcorn to her chest. “You look miserable.” I take another sip
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 147
KOL“He's dangerous, you should stay away. I heard he almost killed his own mother.” “Did you see what he did to that poor girl? I bet she's terrified to death right now. She's never going to play with him anymore.” “He's an abomination to Mordew. He shouldn't have been born! He's going to kick his father's name into the mud. I think they should kill him.” I grew up with that—words of scorn and misery, thrown right in my face because I was different. Dark. Ruthless. My own parents—especially my mother—feared me. She'd constantly stay away because she's afraid I'll hurt her. And the night everything went out of hand—an entire village burnt to the ground—they tried to kill me. I remember my father's words vividly. It stuck to my skin like glue, the way he glared at me like dirt on his shoes, an abomination that should have never been born, a disgrace to his reign in Mordew. My mother drove a knife to my heart. No, a stake. They didn't know what I was. Years ago, I didn't know eith
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 147
KOL “He's dangerous, you should stay away. I heard he almost killed his own mother.” “Did you see what he did to that poor girl? I bet she's terrified to death right now. She's never going to play with him anymore.” “He's an abomination to Mordew. He shouldn't have been born! He's going to kick his father's name into the mud. I think they should kill him.” I grew up with that—words of scorn and misery, thrown right in my face because I was different. Dark. Ruthless. My own parents—especially my mother—feared me. She'd constantly stay away because she's afraid I'll hurt her. And the night everything went out of hand—an entire village burnt to the ground—they tried to kill me. I remember my father's words vividly. It stuck to my skin like glue, the way he glared at me like dirt on his shoes, an abomination that should have never been born, a disgrace to his reign in Mordew. My mother drove a knife to my heart. No, a stake. They didn't know what I was. Years ago, I didn't kn
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 146: Drag the princess to me.
KOL“He's dangerous, you should stay away. I heard he almost killed his own mother.” “Did you see what he did to that poor girl? I bet she's terrified to death right now. She's never going to play with him anymore.” “He's an abomination to Mordew. He shouldn't have been born! He's going to kick his father's name into the mud. I think they should kill him.” I grew up with that—words of scorn and misery, thrown right in my face because I was different. Dark. Ruthless. My own parents—especially my mother—feared me. She'd constantly stay away because she's afraid I'll hurt her. And the night everything went out of hand—an entire village burnt to the ground—they tried to kill me. I remember my father's words vividly. It stuck to my skin like glue, the way he glared at me like dirt on his shoes, an abomination that should have never been born, a disgrace to his reign in Mordew. My mother drove a knife to my heart. No, a stake. They didn't know what I was. Years ago, I didn't know eith
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 145: The cost of love
ISABELLAI wake up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the scent of pancakes. A single white bulb from the ceiling illuminates the room, but the sunlight spilling through the high french window is brighter. The walls are painted in dull grey, the mattress soft against my body, trophies and awards hung on the walls like some sort of humanly achievement. Human. I can smell human blood. I can hear the rush through her veins, the sound like music to my ears. My fangs elongate, the urge to sink them into her flesh burning like fire in my bones. I'm hungry. I'm insanely hungry. I want blood but I can't find any blood bags in sight. The hardwood creaks as the door bursts open. Lorenzo's human lover, Stephanie, gives me a small smile. “Breakfast's ready, Isabella. Your brothers are downstairs.” “The fact that Lorenzo is in love with you gives you no right to refer to me that way,” I grit out, trying so hard to ignore the smell of her blood. My eyes linger on her neck, the soft fl
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