Jennifer Williams
Stories
12
Chapters
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2.4 M
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Reading
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"Your daughter had been bullied," Victoria glared at her husband as she watched him drinking his afternoon tea. "Are you not planning on doing something about it?" she asked. "Do something about what?" Slowly, Marquess Martin Lux closed the Empire's newspaper and stared at his wife. "Isn't it nothing but a squabble among kids?" "Kids?" Victoria gasped. "This was the first time someone treated Dorothy like this since she was born, and yet you are treating it as a mere squabble?" "Can you blame them?"…
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"Oh, no. I just— " Rosalind lowered her head. "I had a glimpsed of him once." "Oh? A glimpse? I heard no one has ever seen his face. Was he good-looking?" "Good looking? I heard he was scary with a long beard and a large scar on his face," someone chimed in. "I heard he always wears a mask in public and that might be because of his hideous appearance." "Have you heard about his cruelty in the North?" "There were rumors that even the King would bow down to him. It was even said that he was the…
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"Marie! What is going on!?" Dorothy's face paled when she saw Rosalind kneeling. The people behind her were just as surprised. Dorothy immediately helped Rosalind up. "Miss Dorothy— she— she just started kneeling and I— " "Sister, what are you doing? We should kneel. She is the one who just received the Blessing." Rosalind smiled at Dorothy. Obviously, the mention of the Blessing was Dorothy's sore spot. "What?" "I— Miss Dorothy it's not like that. She just said that I— " "Sister, she…
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"Seven hundred thousand gold coins," Mr. Clairmond said. "Shall I use your token?" he was looking at the Duke, smiling. "Yes," Duke Lucas said as he looked at her. "Do you need anything else?" "No," she immediately shook her head as if her life depended on it. Seven hundred thousand gold coins!? That is enough to fund a Kingdom! She glared at him, wondering what he was thinking using this amount of money to buy books— five books, to be more exact. "Wonderful. Let me process your purchase. Ah……
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"Do you know who that was?" she couldn't help but ask. "Perhaps?" What kind of answer was that? She chose to focus her attention on the well-lit hallway instead. It was still daytime, yet the corridor was already lit with beautifully decorated candles that were placed inside iron cages that resembled a bird's cage. She didn't know whose idea it was, but she immediately noticed that most of the decorations inside were cages and elegant paintings of birds — different birds. The guard then led them…
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It didn't take too long for Rosalind to realize that she had asked the wrong question. She immediately wished she had the power to take it back. She offered a wry smile to the Duke. How did he recognize her? She couldn't help but asked herself. "I could ask you the same thing," the Duke said. "But that is none of my business. At least… not yet.," His lips lifted into a smirk. She frowned and turned towards the array of books that were safely tucked onto shelves that were double her size. This…
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Rey Pratt was a thirty-three-year-old man who had started doing business before he could speak. Or at least that's what his father told him. Growing up traveling and selling merchandise in cities and empires, Pratt developed a keen sense of instinct that had saved him on more than one occasion. This instinct had saved him since he took over the business years ago, and for years, Pratt had experienced and mingled with different types of people and cultures. Over time, Pratt had his own debts to pay.…
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Rosalind looked at the man wearing a hat sitting opposite her. Pratt. Mr. Rey Pratt was one of the four Quarter Masters that will soon dominate all the continent's merchant companies. The man might not look like it with his black hat and shabby clothing but his mind was different when it comes to business. "Though I am interested to know how are you going to treat someone who had a black curse since they were born, I am more interested to know where you got the information about my child." Rosalind…
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The smell of bitter tea lingered inside the room as a man wearing a hat arrived inside the room. The man's name was Pratt and he couldn't help the excitement that he felt after hearing the news of the Duke's arrival in the black market. "This faithful servant greets the Duke of the North," he bowed, removing his hat before kneeling on one knee— a gesture that was pretty common in the North. "Your grace." "Take your seat… we have no time to waste." The man drinking the bitter tea had a black mask…
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Jeames Sencler wasn't a baron…. yet. Jeames was born a peasant and they had only become closer because his mother used to work in the Lux Mansion. This was before he decided to pursue his dreams of becoming an adventurer. Growing up, Jeames was a happy, pure type of person that had felt so genuine, it would be embarrassing to accuse him of doing anything wrong. This pure personality was the reason why she started to call him her only friend when she was twelve. Although her feelings would only…
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