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Anderson pushed her to the ground, but Dama still wore a smile. “I am a maid, and I accept that. I have served your daughter since my days of youth. I was barely ten when I began, and this is the thanks I get. Not that I expected much, but you should know your daughter needs you more. She is willful, and I doubt she will learn after this.” Dama needed not say more, for the guards carried her out. She was thrown out of the Anderson mansion with her little baggage.

I stepped gracefully through the barrage of books all around me, I had a special section. The study of gods, this was a section I visited almost too frequently. A sound broke the silence inside my precious library, this sound was constant, it was the voice of a woman, my ears weren’t deceiving me. I signaled my guards to find the perpetrator and bring her to me. After moments of searching, the guards brought two people to my presence, a beautiful damsel with fair skin and dark hair and a brown eyed young man who looked feeble. The damsel had no clothing on, the sight of her body graced my eyes, she had strong feminine features.

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

“Tell me at once!” “Did he sleep with you?” Zaila asked in a very low voice, out of fear mixed with embarrassment. She continued to comb her hair. Mortified and scarlet till her ears, Amelia bit her lip. She didn’t look into Zaila’s eyes after that and Zaila braided her thick golden in a loose pleat that swung over her shoulders and then to the front over her chest. She wreathed in a few exquisite pink pearls in them. If Amelia was just a commoner a few days back, she was Xikoth’s queen and Queen of Xomor, the kingdom of hell. She looked mesmerizing.

She commanded. No one moved. Her eyes glazed around and then she spoke. “Denise, come forward.” The blood walked forward, dipped her hand into the box and pulled out a paper. I waited, watching her unwrap it and she smiled. “It's not me.” “Amber,” the priestess called. The red Head climbed the stairs and picked a paper. She was shaking as she opened the paper and then spoke with a relaxed happy voice. “Not me, either.” Then the next one climbed and another until…

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

Long milky blonde hair with a pair of red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby bookstore to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. And I, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley on the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That's the title! That's the book that I want to read! I didn't sleep peacefully instead I died young! And to add salt to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in the Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous

“Never grasped what’s so good about this one though.” Amara eyed the book and a familiar sensation hit her. “This one?” she asked. Rhys nodded placing the book back. And running his fingers over others. “You have read that.” He said. Amara stilled but soon recovered and asked. “What is it about?” “A princess in love with the villain.” Amara laughed. “Never took you as a reading type.”

I asked, seeing the first novel was about a princess and a beast, the second book was about a poor lady that had only one wish to marry the wealthiest dragon, and the third one, how to seduce a male dragon. "Are you kidding me? So I should read on how to seduce a male dragon? Is that what you females are mostly up to here?" I asked Abigail in shock after reading the novel titles, and my yellow eyes burned at Abigail again, but she smiled and took the book of how to seduce a male dragon away.