“I fucking hate my life” I whispered to myself after the training.
“You did our best, at least for your first day and you learned some dodging techniques, which is a good thing and on the bright side you stepped on me”
“And you liked it because you are a kinky son of a...”
After at least two hours of rigorous teaching and threatening, Xavier was quizzing me on what he had taught me“Can you say, your highness” Xavier asked me, of course, I can say your highness after hearing him say it about five hundred times“Xavier I already answered twelve correctly,” I said with a groan, who knew this guy could be so pressing
Once again I was in a dark place, I hope doing this stuff for this guy doesn’t bite me in the ass one day. Who am I kidding, I am sure it will. The pain in my neck wasn’t there anymore, of course, it wasn’t I was fucking dead. The draft again, why did there have to be a draft when he was bringing me out of death,Probably because he is summoning another person’s spirit into you.That is impossible, RIGHT. My eyes opened slowly and I saw Xavier sitting there in that buddha style again closing his eyes trying to focus.
Xavier rubbed the spot that my shoulders met my neck, which was where I carried most of my stress, loosening each and every knot one by one, I have to say this guy was very talented. He was a wonder at massage therapy. I moaned softly when he loosened another knot, he caused that one. Xavier chuckled softly and stopped“Don’t stop”look who said don’t make this about sex,I didn’t, did I “I mean don’t stop in a sex unrelated manner” I fo
I sat in bed waiting for Xavier to give me what he promised me, his diary but he was sitting down on the bed beside me, back against the headboard reading the Plantagenets, by Dan Jones.“You love reading don’t you”“No?” he looked at me as if that was the weirdest question for me to ask him
I opened the box of pictures and the first one was a picture of a dagger, it was probably the most recent one."This is a very beautiful, I saw one similar to this in your diary, you must really like daggers""I don't know"
After showering, my headache died down and which was to Xavier’s luck because I was planning on acting like a girl during her time of the month, AWFULLY CRANKY.I dressed in black jeans and my huge cream woolen sweater, I pulled on a pair of my favorite autumn martin boots then went to the kitchen. breakfast was prepared already and Xavier was not on the table, he was probably working out&ldquo
“I am so nervous,” I said, Xavier and I were in the basement of his house “wait let me change since we are having dinner. what if your mother hates me”" First of all, there is no need to change clothes, you can’t walk around the nether region with an evening gown that is nuts and second of all there is no doubt in my mind that my mother will hate you” I gasped, the audacity “Don’t get me wrong you are likable but since you are human she would judge you and watch you closely before she finally accepts you, so be yourself and try as much as possible t
“Why are they in the demon world if you want to use them to torture me?” I asked as we walked to the back of the courtyard“If I kept those two in my house with us there is a three percent chance you would be dead by now”“Do you mean fifty percent”