All Chapters of My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ISABELLA It's been a week. A week of flipping through books in the library due to the curiosity burning through my veins. Before my mother died, she enjoyed telling me bedtime stories about demons. She'd tell me they're hideous creatures with horns and claws, quick to lure people into sin with their destructive powers and sweet tongue. She knew so much, she made it look like she actually knew someone like that—a demon—but each time I asked, she'd tell me it's a myth. Right now, her death hits me harder. I could have asked her again, maybe she wouldn't hide the truth from me this time. Concerning my marriage with Lord Regal, my father had invited me to his office. I've been staring at the mirror for the past hour, wondering what my final response would be. Should I get married to him to get closer to Kol, or just trash the whole idea entirely? Father isn't really giving me a choice. He wants this marriage with Lord Regal, I just don't understand why. “Someone looks worried,” the

ISABELLA I, Isabella Vitale, only daughter of Vampire Lord Dario, agreed to marry Lord Regal Volklov, the younger son of the Volklov household, Lord of Mordew Kingdom. The union between two most powerful vampires have been announced across kingdoms, invitations sent out, and my father, Lord Dario, is the happiest man across kingdoms. I have no idea why this wedding's important to him, but fulfilling my duty as his daughter is the only way to chase my true happiness. Kol Volklov. “Bella. Bella. Bella, open up your door.” Lorenzo? What's he doing here by midnight? Swinging my legs off the bed, I unlock my door, opening it wide for him to walk in. “Lorenzo, is everything okay?” He shakes his head, “you tell me.” “Me? Everything's fine.” I give him a small smile, twirling around in my night gown. “My wedding is in a week, of course I'm fine.” He walks in, brows furrowed with worry. “Isabella, I've watched you for weeks, patiently waiting for you to tell me you're sick of thi

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

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

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