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Teaching The Enemy A Lesson
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Slave To The Demon King Loosing Control
A few hours later, Klaus Lavon stepped into his mansion with one foot first. His eyes glanced around the living room for any sign of an intruder in his home. The recent events were a sign that he needed to be very careful, even in his own space. When he was sure that there was no one at around - seeing as the door was left open and the only one in the house was Arabella. His only trusted guards had accompanied him to take care off Arabella's uncle - he took another step into the house and slid his hands into his pockets. There was no need to walk about. He knew that Arabella would be waiting for him in his room, just as he had ordered her too. Everything about her - including her obedience - was always a turn on for him. A small smile crept on his face as he heartily climbed up the stairs, eager to see her sprawled on his bed with her doe and gentle eyes closed. She was always so sexy when she laid down to sleep. He got to the front door of his room and pushed it open gently. He wa
Slave To The Demon King The Visitor
Her eyelids parted that morning - much to her disdain - and Arabella met, beside her, an empty bed which from the look of the rumpled sheets, would have once contained her master. The smile she had woken up with dissolved from her face as she slowly brought herself to sit up straight. She stretched her hand to feel the warmth of the empty space, and she could tell from how warm it was that he had only just rose up. She heaved a sigh and plastered her back against the headboard, her shoulders collapsed as turned her eyes towards the bathroom door. The sound of running water that came from the door gave his presence in the bathroom away. Arabella knew that she had no right to be mad at him for waking up and stepping interested the shower without her, there was no reason for her to be sad about the fact that he would step out and want her nowhere near his bed - as was their normal routine - yet she was. She did not want him to come out of the bathroom and ask her to leave. No. To h
Slave To The Demon King The Horrific Revelation
While in his room, she continued to pace about. The sound of the small heels of her shoe against his marble tiles were beginning to irritate her, so she threw them off her feet and allowed the sole of her feet kiss the cold tiles. She could not stay put, not with the way he had looked at her. There was something going on downstairs, and the fact that he had asked her to come up and hide proved it. But what? What was happening? He had sent her up here, it could only mean that she was not supposed to witness whatever was going on. But her heart was racing at a million miles per hour while pounding against her chest with force, her whole body was shaking so badly, she could barely find time to breathe. Hell! She would be dead if she didn't see for herself and satisfy her curiosity. It did not help that she was aware, for a fact, that her master would only lie to her or keep vital parts of the reason he had asked her to hide away from her. She had to see everything for herself. To
Slave To The Demon King Secrets Unveiled
Arabella's heart continued to pound in her chest as she ran up the stairs. She cursed herself for her stupidity and her foolishness. There had been a lot of signs, a lot of warning signs and red flags. Yet, somehow she had managed to blind herself to them all. And even when she was warned by her uncle, she thought him foolish! Whereas, all this while, SHE was the foolish one! Still, a part of her did not want to believe it. She needed to desperately tell herself it was a dream she would soon wake up from, a dream she could ignore. But it wasn't. It was as real as could get. The thing she had sworn did not exist in real life was right in front of her, and she had been screwing it for a long time. It felt weird to address her master as a thing, but he definitely wasn't human! She ran into the first room she found and flung herself inside, banging the door behind her. She did not realize it was her master's office until her eyes kissed the ever familiar draperies. It infuriated he
Slave To The Demon King Blunt Talks
She worked through the plates with thorough concentration. Arabella refused to think. There was nothing to think about besides the horrible truth she had discovered very recently. She could not bring herself to look at him.How could she bring herself to reconcile all she had heard with the man she used to know. And to think that he might have been responsible for her desire for him. To think that he might have manipulated her emotions and turned her into his personal sex puppet.She shook her head to keep the foul thoughts away. It was safer that way, as she was driving closer to the edge of insanity. So, she thought it best to pour her heart into the meal she was making. She flipped the chicken in the pan and allowed herself to savor the aroma. Food had always been powerful enough to distract her thoughts. Arabella smiled to herself as she thought about all the times all the times she had cooked as a child whenever she was unhappy.It was funny to think that cooking had come to
Slave To The Demon King Some Space
Arabella did not speak to anyone until evening. She was overly fixed on minding her business, which was a very good idea now that she had almost no one to talk to anymore. Her master was no longer speaking to her - not that she was interested in speaking to him either. And Markus Dane did not return to the kitchen after he had left. Her confession and confrontation must have done a number on her.She did not want to think about it, but the betrayal still stung like fresh wound - terrible and pale fresh wound. Being lied to in the face was not exactly Arabella's hobby, but her master had kept away something very important. She did not know if she could ever trust him again. Arabella was not sure if she would ever allow herself trust him again.She went about her chores in silence and ended with cleaning the living room. She was bent over one of the sofas in a bid to push dust off the throw pillows, when she heard footsteps slowly approach the door of the of the living room.Arabella d
Slave To The Demon King Fire & Brimstone
Fire. Brimstone. And noise. A whole lot of noise. They were gathered in the dark room, all heads hidden underneath dark hoods of their equally dark cloaks. The room reeked of the smell of burnt meat from the sacrifice they had offered, as was the custom before every general meeting began. The room was built in the middle of circular walls that threatened to scrape the night sky. The hundreds of dimly lit candles stationed all over the walls did almost nothing to illuminate the room, but demons were not beings of light. They were the very epitome of darkness. Somewhere on the table of the high twelve sat Klaus. He folded his hands on his thighs and stayed silent, even as the elders around him continued to speak their minds concerning whatever matter they believed was urgent enough to lure him out of his house. Klaus Lavon did not want to be there, not at all. He wished he could be anywhere else, perhaps at home, nursing the wounds of his broken heart with alcohol and more dreams o
Slave To The Demon King The Bloody Devil
The next morning, after struggling to get her much needed sleep, she continued with her regular chores - thanking the heavens she did not need to clean his room - and took her bath, before she settled to have breakfast.She set the table for two, since the meal was as simple as tea and sandwiches. Though a part of her knew and believed that her master would not show up that morning. He had not come to the dining since they had their argument, and it was better for her. She did not need to see him, not when she was not yet over all that had happened. Arabella raised her cup of tea to her lips and sipped the tea, the slurping sound gave her comfort, and she was loving every bit of the comfort it provided. She leaned back into her chair and closed her eyes, but was immediately distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching the dining. Her eyes flew open, but she kept her gaze on the table. She would hate to see him at the time she was least prepared to do so, she thought to herself.
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Slave To The Demon King Happy Endings
Arabella was in the kitchen, surrounded by pots and pans, chopping boards and ingredients scattered all over the counter. She was in the middle of preparing a meal for Klaus and the rest of the family, despite Mrs. George's warmings due to her condition, when she suddenly felt a warm gush between her legs. She does not make anything of it at first, and continues chopping away on the vegetables in front of her, until the contractions in her lower abdomen grow more frequent, and much more painful. The warm gush continues to trickle down her legs, contrary to what she had believed would happen. Her eyes widen with shock and fear as she realizes that her water has just broken. She quickly moves to the kitchen table and tries to catch her breath, trying to remember what she had read in her prenatal classes about the first stages of labor. She screams and reaches out for the kitchen counter. She grips it with her right hand, and fights to suck in deep breaths. She realizes that it's t
Slave To The Demon King The Baby Shower
The baby shower was to be held in a beautifully decorated backyard, surrounded by blooming flowers and lush green trees. The warm sun shone down on the guests as they gathered around a table filled with delicious treats and colorful decorations. The table was covered in a crisp white tablecloth and adorned with pink and blue balloons, symbolizing the impending arrival of a baby girl and boy. Soft music played in the background, adding to the serene and joyous atmosphere.Klaus had made sure everything was done to perfection. From the decorations, to the food, to the cakes, everything was arranged in an elegant and luxurious manner. He had also decided to cater to the planning by himself. Arabella's hormones made her too emotional and dramatic to get any serious planning done. And he also did not want to stress her. In one corner of the yard, a group of guests sat on comfortable chairs, chatting and laughing together. They sipped on cool drinks and nibbled on sweet desserts, taking
Slave To The Demon King Hospital Appointments
Six months later The beeping sound of monitors could not take Arabella's eyes off the beauty on the screen in front of her. She could barely understand or see anything, seeing as the image on the screen was in black and white monochrome colours, but she knew what she was looking at. There, on that screen, she would see the image of her baby. She turned to look at Klaus, who was seated by her side. Together, they blushed as the doctor explained the image on the screen to them. The baby was already seven months in her womb, before Mrs. George suggested they make time out for an ultrasound scan. At first Arabella had not known what she meant, it was her first time being pregnant after all, but Klaus was able to explain to her the benefit of doing one, before she agreed to come all the way to the hospital. She was nervous when the doctor asked her to pull her shirt up, and rubbed a transparent liquid that smelt a lot like methylated spirit, but felt like gel on her stomach. A few
Slave To The Demon King The Proposal
A diamond heart shaped ring stared back at her, glistering from within the red crystal shaped box it rested in. For a moment, a very long moment, Arabella could not blink. No matter how hard she wanted to tear her gaze away from the ring, and look into the eyes of the man she loved, she found herself unable to do anything else, besides stare into the eyes of the ring. When she could finally look away from the ring, it was to glance around the room once more. The rose petals, the candles, the daisies, the lights on the roof that screamed, "marry me, please", the piano recorder, the scent and aroma of love and romance that filled the room. He had singlehandedly prepared all of this, just to ask her to marry him?! He was really telling her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and never apart, not even for a small moment! Arabella…Arabella did not know what to say, she was at a loss for both words and actions! The room spinned around her head, and she failed to be
Slave To The Demon King Surprise, Surprise
Laughter, the sweet sound of chattering children erupted from all around her. Once again, Arabella opened her sleepy eyes to find herself in a sunny field of dandelions, all around her. The air was sweet and breezy, each part of the field contained different flowers, she was happy to be standing amongst dandelions. She looked up at the sky, and her eyes met with the bright blue clouds. Arabella was happy, very happy. It gladdened her heart to see somewhere filled with joy and happiness, and it only became better when she noticed the happy children running all around her. "Come on! Let us play!" One of them, a pretty little girl with dark hair and round brown eyes pulled the hem of her night dress. Arabella smiled at her. The girl let go of her dress, and joined the other children to run around. There were five of them in total, three boys and two girls. "Come on! Come on!" "We are going to have so much fun together!" "I cannot wait! Can you see it? Let us run to the sun and pl
Slave To The Demon King The Successful Party
The party was a success, and Klaus knew he had to thank the universe for blessing him with such good luck. If he was being honest, it meant a lot to him that his people had shown up to support he and Arabella. It meant that he could stop to imagine waging war with the entire underworld, because he would have done so if that was what it took to keep Arabella safe. As they drove back home, Arabella leaned her head on his right shoulder, while her hand rested on his thigh. He could tell she was exhausted, and he knew why. Klaus found himself blushing at the thought of all that had happened with Arabella at the party hall. After sneaking away with her, he took her into an empty room, where he made love to her with her back pressed against the wall. He was gentle, as gentle as he needed to be, knowing that he could not be too rough, or he could risk hurting her and the baby. And Arabella? She responded to his body in a way he had never thought possible. Her body reacted to every kiss
Slave To The Demon King The Toast
The first thirty minutes of the party went well, and she was yet to feel the burning urge to turn around and run, that had to count for something, right? Right. Klaus walked into the banquet hall beside her, hand in hand. Mrs. George followed them behind, she was here to make Arabella more comfortable. She knew it was the only reason she would have been asked to come along with them to a party or a feast, that really did not concern her. Arabella forced her mouth close once she stepped into the hall. The high red polished walls, large round table that contained nothing less than fifty people, the meals placed on the table, and the furniture; from the gargoyle sculptures, to the exquisite chandeliers, and the punch fountain that looked so beautiful at the center of the table, all of it made the room appear so dreamy. Arabella had never seen anything like it before. It did not take her long to know that the people in the room were not ordinary. Of course, they were demons, but this
Slave To The Demon King Meeting Klaus’s People
The day had finally arrived. Klaus and Arabella had both agreed she would meet his people on the evening of the weekend, and since then, Klaus had counted down the seconds and minutes that would lead them up to that very moment. That evening, while she was getting ready, Klaus went over the details of the meeting once more."We will be meeting them at the banquet hall." He started to say. Arabella had dropped her brush on the dressing table, to turn to look at him. Klaus did not pay attention to the look in her eyes, he was terrified of what he would find; something like fear, that would make him back down. "A feast has been prepared. You would be dining with us, Arabella." Klaus could remember seeing her smile. He had a feeling the smile was to tell him to be calm, to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. To tell him that she could be strong enough for the both of them, it did not matter how, or what she needed to be strong for. As he paced about in the balcony
Slave To The Demon King Sordid Discussions
Arabella stayed behind at the table to finish her meal with Mrs. George. After father and son had both excused themselves, Arabella and Mrs. George stayed back to enjoy their dinner in peace. Maybe Mrs. George was able to eat in peace, but Arabella was not. All the while, she kept on thinking about what Klaus's father had intended to ask her, and what the answer to the question would have been. Mrs. George looked up at her at one point, a small smile on her face. "I do not think you should beat yourself up about it, Arabella. If it was anything very important, you should know master Klaus would never keep it away from you." Arabella dropped her fork, and cleared her throat. She stared deep into Mrs. George's eyes, before speaking. "I know, I know. But I can't stop myself from worrying. It sucks, it really does." Mrs. George heaved a sigh. She reached out to Arabella and touched her wrist gently. "You'll be alright, my dear. That is all I really need you to know." Arabella did
