All Chapters of The Slave Queen: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The woman was completely sinless. He let a smile pull at the corners of his lips. There was nothing more than he wanted to do at that moment, but to teach her some sins. He stared at her for a moment longer, then slowly grinned, “Accept what I say to you Elsa, I never give compliments lightly.”She flushed even more than she thought possible. Yet, with every will of her being she didn't want him to leave despite her embarrassment. She didn't even know his name, or who he was, but she was fascinated by his presences that she completely forgot to ask him. She felt so undeserving of his attention because she thought he was too perfect, yet over and over, she kept seeing him and now, here he was with her. Is this a dream? Could he be real? Without thinking she reached up and touched his cheek to see if he was genuine. She traced her fingers along his strong jaw and saw the muscle bulge as he clenched his teeth at her stroke. Instantly, she felt ashamed. She had no right to just touch

No one knew exactly how old Valear was, but he was in true mythical form. He always wore his trademark full length black robes. It reminded Lucas of the frocks the priests would wear in the sixteenth century. It takes many centuries, maybe even eons to transform into such a horrific state of the walking dead. Most horrid were Valear's eyes that had long ago changed into solid crimson grotesque orbs that in contrast, jumped out from his boney face. Lucas was over seven hundred years old and still regained his mortal appearance if he were still twenty-four. There were others he knew of that were much older than he, and still did not display such features. In fact, according to them there were very few differences between them in appearance as when they were mortal. Valear's flesh was so thin and pale, it was almost transparent. His veins were visible under the pasty flesh. His face was long and thin, framed by ghostly white hair in deep contrast of his blood red lips. He was a true the

Valear smiled. It was almost genuine in his ghoulish way. “That is not the problem Lucas, I do trust you. That may just be my undoing.”Lucas‟ fear dissolved, “You will not take her life?”“No.” Valear turned back to Elsa, just to look at her again. “ I do not fear the hold she has over you anymore. Her soul is pure, she could never betray you. However, I fear the weakness this could cause you. Others will know soon. They might find this an opportunity to destroy you.”“I had Celeste at one point as mine. You didn't show much interest then. Why now?”Valear scoffed as his face took on a look of disgust, “Celeste was a whim. She was no threat. Her beauty dulls each time she opens her mouth and her simple desires, dreary intelligence, and selfish cravings never had the power as this one has within her.” His expression softened, and Lucas could sense an air ofintrigue in his voice when he spoke of Elsa. Then he watched him close his eyes.“Can…you…not feel that powerful draw that sh

She gave Linda a reassuring smile, “No one knows you like we do Linda. No matter what it seems to an outsider you consider us more than you show it.”Linda knew she didn't deserve a friend such as Elsa. She always put her down and insulted her. Truthfully she was insanely jealous of Elsa's sweet innocence, and compassion. Even now, Elsa forgave her for her ignorance. It was no wonder why men such as Lucas and Ted fell for her. “It's understandable why he would want to get to know you. You're smart and very sweet. You always put your friends before yourself. And really, you are quite hot, when you're made upright.” She winked at Tanya who smiled sincerely back at her. “So, what do you say we knock his socks off?”Elsa laughed nervously. “I don't know if I want you to come near me again!”Tanya spun her around, and gave her an encouraging smile “Then let me finish what I've started.” Regardless of her feelings for Lucas, she listened to Elsa's insecurities. Linda was right, Elsa nee

“I had it commissioned through an artist that specialized in replicas.” He admitted.“…And the house?” Linda used his word to describe the massive structure before them.He chuckled, “A replica of the Castle Caerlaverock in Scotland with some modern adjustments of course.” He'd stayed in the original castle during in the fourteenth century while war waged between England and Scotland. He'd never forgotten the regal beauty it held for him. The castle took almost five years to build and contained ten immaculate bedrooms with adjoining baths, a grand Ballroom, dining room, his study and a massive library that contained rare and ancient books and manuscripts that aren't even known to exist today.Linda laughed “of course.” The limo pulled around to the front stone stairs and an older gentleman that was dressed in a blue overcoat with tails trimmed in gold and a creaseless white shirt with a bowtie opened the door. Jason got out first, then Lucas who took Elsa's hand and helped her out.