"Master?" Ava called for the fifth or maybe sixth time. I heard her calling me, but answering her seemed like a daunting task. I suddenly felt weak, the thought of walking into that house and meeting her mother overwhelmed me. "I am opening the door now, Master," she said. Nodding my head, I watched her move towards the door and open it, patiently waiting for me to step in.She gestured for me to follow her, and I stepped inside before shutting the door. "Mother!" Ava mumbled, running upstairs. Utilizing the little time I had, I looked around the place. All I could say was that it was small— really small.There were only two couches, a small television, and three photos hanging on the wall. One was of a young Ava looking chubby and cute, holding an ice cream, her hair tied in two ponytails, and wearing a yellow dress.The other photo was of a little boy, presumably her brother. He resembled their father more. "Who wishes to meet me?" I heard her mother's voice and turned around to see

Ava couldn't resist browsing through the books in front of her. The stories of love and magic were far more captivating than anything else in the room. If only such love and devotion existed in real life. Would that be a nice feeling? Lost in her thoughts, she is interrupted by a familiar voice."Milady?" Grant's voice cuts through her reverie, causing her to look up and meet his gaze. He sits down, resting his hands on the table, and studies her intently."How long have you been here?" she questions, still trying to gather her thoughts. His giggle breaks the tension, and he relaxes in his chair."It's been a while, milady," he replies with a warm smile. "I couldn't help but notice the expression on your face while you were reading. It was worth being here."Ava narrows her eyes, feeling a certain unease around Grant. There's something about him – his smile, his cunning demeanor – that puts her on edge. She doesn't trust him."Why are you here, Grant?" she asks, her tone cautious. "I d

Sitting on the horse, Damon quickly joins me and we swiftly make our way out of the palace and into a bustling village. Carriages and horses fill the streets, but to my surprise, there are no cars in sight. Confused, I turn to Damon and ask, "Damon, why are there no cars here? I mean, this is the twenty-first century, right?"Damon leans closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "It is the twenty-first century, but King Fedor believes that these technologies are unnecessary in his kingdom. The people here prefer a simpler way of life, and they believe that simplicity is good." His lips gently brush against my earlobe as he adds, "Besides, all those modern inventions can lead to smog, accidents, and other unfortunate incidents."I shake my head, not entirely convinced. "I don't think that's a valid reasoning."Before I can say more, Damon interrupts, his tone urgent. "Hold that thought, Ava. Can you wait here for me? Don't move from this spot."I grab onto his hand, concern evident in m

Ava watches as Damon stands to his feet, his expression turning fierce. "Who the hell do you think you are to touch what's mine?" he growls, his voice filled with possessiveness. At that moment, Alex steps forward, placing me protectively behind him, and chuckles."Don't think I don't know who you are," Alex retorts, his voice laced with anger. "You mean to say what you stole. She was mine, my bride-to-be before you showed up and took her away from me. You murdered her.""Murdered her??" Damon chuckles, his amusement evident. "I thought you had brains, but now I see how much of a fool you are. I never murdered her... if I did, she wouldn't ever show up in this world."Confused by their exchange, I take a step back, trying to make sense of the situation. Who are they arguing about? "Please, stop!" I interject, my voice cracking with emotion. "Don't hurt him. Damon means well."My words seem to pierce through the tension, and Damon reluctantly lets go of Alex's hand, stepping back. I rus

Damon didn't take his gaze from the ceiling, he knew better as he remained glued to this bed, his hardness seemed to grow bigger with every touch of her skin on his, and her lips remained on his neck as she slept carefree while I die over her here. " ice cream" she mumbles slightly then giggles, how can she be sleeping soundly when I'm here suffering and slowly dying in pain, Zulu is right now waiting in the bed for me… I could just go to her and relieve myself without Ava ever knowing but the mere thought of having Zulu's hands on me made me frown in disdain.Surely something is wrong with me, for me to be feeling this way towards Ava confuses him, yes he likes her but why is that stopping him from liking others? Could it be the... No, I don't think so. The funniest truth is that Zulu had him promise to marry her when she was all grown up with big tits but that doesn't seem to happen anytime soon.That girl's front is as sleek as a wall. Although her cunt is tight as a consultation p