All Chapters of Slave To The Demon King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The drive back home was silent, except for the soft R&B music that emanated from the car stereo, to which Arabella shook her head absentmindedly too.As for Klaus, he just tapped his right foot and his right index finger on his knee as he stared outside the window, his thoughts wandering away.He was thinking about the piece of art he’d bought, which was currently sitting in the trunk of his car, and the more he thought about it, the more he could note that Arabella was indeed right when she said it looked like her. It didn’t look like her per say, but it deftly illustrated all what she must be going through, and for a second his heart clenched painfully.He knew in the coming days, seeing the painting would take his mind back to her, whenever he stared at it and honestly that’s why he’d even purchased it.He wanted to be reminded of her, and all that she stood for, every second of every minute of the day.Pure, innocent, jovial and energetic. She oozed all these qualities, and even

As he watched her leave, Klaus heaved a sigh and leaned into his chair. He kept his eyes on the curve of her ass as she walked - not that he could do anything else. The girl seemed to consume his whole being whenever he was just looking at her. He watched her until she disappeared from his sight. He raised his right hand up to his face and twirled his ring around his index finger.He did have something - or someone - to attend to in the dungeon beneath the floorboards of his house. It was someone he had put off attending to in a very long time. The being still needed to be reminded of his place in the world, and Klaus was determined to remind him that very night, no other time than that night.He rose from the dining and pushed the chair away. He did not pay any mind to it, neither did he look back at it to consider putting it in its right place, his guards would do it after he was gone. He locked his hands behind his back and kept his head up, his dark eyes straight on the path that

With a smile on her face, Arabella continued to push the trolley in her hands forward as she walked past the sardine fish section of the supermarket. She still managed to keep the smile on her face, even though she was yet to see EXACTLY what she wanted. There was a particular specie that made her sandwich so much better, but they did not seem to have it in this supermarket, which has to be an irony, seeing as the supermarket was the largest in the city, and the second largest and most popular in the state. Tired, she picked just any sardine she found and added it into the trolley with the rest of her other items. She was almost done. All she had to do left was pick up some personal items, and she would be done for the day. Once again, as she rolled her trolley to the counter, she got the queasy feeling in her stomach. It had started from the moment she walked into the restaurant, and it felt as though someone was watching her from the shadows, someone she could not see. The thou

Klaus Lavon could sense that there was something wrong with Arabella. Yes, he had demon powers that enabled him to see through anyone, but for Arabella, it was far more than that. Over the days, he had noticed her space out in thoughts, tremble unnecessarily at the sound of her name, and jerk up to at the smallest of sounds. Every time he noticed her odd behavior, he frowned and thought of confronting her about it, but he knew all the time, that she would deny knowing what he was speaking about. And Klaus preferred to be ignorant, than to be lied to - and he detested being ignorant. He returned from work early one afternoon and thought it best to join Arabella in preparing lunch. If he was going to try to start a conversation on what had been happening in the past days, assisting her with the chores would be the best way to do it - especially as Mrs George was out of the house for a few hours - seeing as Arabella was always her happiest when she was in the kitchen. There was an eas

While Arabella sat on her bed in silence, Klaus sat beside her and massaged her shoulders gently with his hands. She was seated up, while he stood behind her and worked his hands down and up her shoulders continuously. He saw her sigh and felt her relax whenever his hands brushed the back of her neck. He noted it as her "sweet spot", the non-sexual part of her body that brought about a reaction when touched. He continued to allow himself brush the back of her neck over and over again, and Arabella sighed softly whenever he did so. Soon, he started to see her shift on the spot she was seated. She would clear her throat, scratch the back of her head, whistle strange tunes out of the blue and clear her throat some more. Klaus also noted that she did all these while her legs were tightly crossed, the left above the right. A wry smile formed on his face as he watched her. The hairs at the back of her neck were already visible. He could feel the goosebumps on her skin, and when he looked