Semua Bab DAMSEL MEETS DANGER: Bab 1 - Bab 5

IVYMy sleep paralysis demon always came around just before the first light of dawn.Grabbing me by the chest, and choking until I was completely paralyzed and under the mercy of the unknown.Because of her strength, yes, my demon is a girl, I call her Millicent. Millicent was absent tonight. She was so absent, I freely dreamt of my hatred for men with a smile on my face.Grandma taught me from age five when she took me in that men were useless.It was a lesson that had literally raised me to the woman I was now.So as I dreamt of the world I presently lived in where not a single man played a role in, my physical body was elevated into an euphoric state— until it wasn't.Boom!The cataclysmic sound jolted me up from sleep.So many alarming thoughts ran through my head, only made worse by a resonant male voice.A male voice!My grandma hated men. She had only one rule for me, "Never trust a man, princess. You're better off without them."I ate that rule, digested it, and lived by it.

Vladimir did not give Ivy any opportunity to respond.The moment he voiced out her options, he turned around, and walked out of the room.As he closed the door behind him, the spell that had pushed Ivy into a trance, broke.“The nerve of that blonde man! How can he– how dare he– who does he think he– I can't eat Grandma's liver!” She concluded with a shriek.Although she didn't understand this nightmare, because what else could it be described as? What would one call going all their life believing one thing, only to be smacked in the face by an opposing thing?She didn't understand what was happening, but she knew for sure she couldn't live with the knowledge of her beloved grandmother who she always thought would outlive her because of how strong she was, laying in a coffin somewhere.“You can do this Ivy. For grandma.” She gave herself a pep talk.Without waiting for her racing heart to slow its pace, her feet began to move towards the door.Standing in front of it made her hands cl

IVY If anyone was going to die tonight, it surely wasn't going to be me. I lifted my hand to the edge of the cup, to stop it from reaching my lips. His eyes snapped down on me. “What are you doing?” “You drink first,” I said fearlessly. “What?” His face contorted. “It's for you, not for me.” “You're too insistent. If the point is to build trust, why don't you drink it first? Then I will,” I emphasized, remaining defiant. The look in his eyes could melt ice. It did make my toes curl, but other than that, I refused to flinch. “Fine,” he gritted. Around us, everywhere had gone silent. I could tell everyone was staring hard, trying to make out what was happening. Well they were about to witness a great reveal. They were about to see that this gathering was a strategic murder plan, that I was too smart to fall for. I watched him bring the goblet towards his lips. He was actually going to drink. I thought he would make an excuse not to, but his mouth was opening. If he knew t