All Chapters of Slave To The Demon King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Klaus Lavon rushed past the doors of the hospital. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he pushed the doors apart, staring at one thing and one thing only; the empty space in the corridor that led to Arabella's room. He had not taken the threat of the old man lightly, not at all. He would have been a fool to do so, Klaus was very well aware of that fact. A man who had been powerful enough to infiltrate his household, bribe his guards, and move a woman from one city to another as a kidnapped hostage was powerful enough for his threats to be taken seriously…very seriously. As he drove earlier, Klaus found pleasure knowing that the man would be dead by the time he got back. He would have been burnt beyond recognition. Even his soul would not be able to recognize his body from the depth of hell. The thought alone was enough to make him happy, very happy. However, he was haunted by the man's last words throughout the drive. He wished they could get to the hospital as quickly as the

The drive was quite a short one, mostly because Klaus Lavon made a decision to be silent for most of it, except for the time he muttered underneath his breath, promising Delilah the most awful torture she would ever have the chance to experience in her rather short life. He could not wait.He sat with his fists clenched throughout, sitting and leaning out of the chair. Markus stayed silent, he could understand his best friend's anger. Arabella was the love of his life, she would forever remain so, to dare to toy with her life was to gamble with yours.As Klaus occasionally turned to his best friend, he could tell the reason Markus kept his eyes on him, he did not need a soothsayer to tell him Markus was bothered.The closer they got to the warehouse, the more Klaus's rage was fueled within him. When Markus finally stopped the car, Klaus sucked in a deep breath and stepped out of the car. As they approached the doors of the warehouse, Markus's guards made way for them. They pushed the

Darkness. It was a concept Arabella had already gotten used to, a feeling she had learnt to kiss. The glorified sense of loneliness that enveloped her whenever she could barely see her own two feet. It was the same thing now, absolutely nothing had changed. She could only remember herself getting into bed beside Klaus at night, and placing her head on his chest, as he rubbed her back gently. How she had managed to transcend from that, to the current state she was in, was unknown to even her. However, one thing was very sure. Arabella was neither happy nor comfortable with where she was. The sweat that poured from her forehead, and soaked her neck was more than enough to tell her that.It was only when she tried to move her feet and settle into a more comfortable position, that she realized her legs had been chained. Her hands had been cuffed behind her back, and the smell of the room that hit her nose was rather….familiar. The sound of a door creaking open was more than enough

The discussion with Markus had ended better than Klaus had expected, and he was now ready to return home to the love of his life, and his beautiful unborn child. He did not need to see the face of the baby to know that she would be an absolute angel. Yes, she. From the dream Arabella told him she had, Klaus was bold enough to assume the child was a girl, and he hoped and prayed he would not be wrong. He would be so delighted to have a mini Arabella running around his mansion and staying close to him very soon. He could not wait to shower her with kisses and love. The same way he planned to spoil her mother with all the wonderful, endearing, and best things of life. As he stepped into the room he shared with Arabella, Klaus heart lept for joy in his chest. He leaned against the door, hands folded in front of his chest as he watched her, a proud smile on his face. Of a truth, Klaus had never been happier to have someone in his life, someone to love, someone to hold. Before he met

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