Jessica Robinson
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Lucian had waited for this moment, the moment when he reunites with Hazel and takes her to bed. He had imagined making slow, sweet love to her but right now he was delirious with lust. All he wanted was to plunge into her, melt into the warmth and softness of her body and drown in the sound of her moans. "Hazel, I won't be gentle this time." Hell, he didn't want to. He was already listing all the things he wanted to do to her inside his head. He wanted to take her in every possible way, consume her,…
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I was relieved to find that I was back home. Finally, I could meet Lucian. I walked through the large halls as fast as I could and slowed down when I neared our quarters. There soldiers were gathered everywhere. Some of them seemed stressed, others terrified. The atmosphere felt tense and everyone seemed busy. I got a bad feeling. What was going on? From a distance, I could see two soldiers coming out of our chamber dragging on a body. A dead body. Right after them came two other soldiers and they were…
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Lucian didn't sleep well. His demon was restless, hungry and angry. "Bring me Lincoln!" He told Lydia who was serving him breakfast. She nodded and left. Shortly after Lincoln came in. "Your Highness." "Did you find the seal?" "No." Lucian tried to keep his calm but his nails were already elongating and his body itched for blood. "Bring them to me.!" Lincoln and Anum came back with Pierres soldiers. They got pushed down on their knees in front of him. Lucian stared down at them with arms…
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I woke up the next morning with an extreme headache. I had been thinking the whole night about what Irene had told me. I couldn't find a reason for her to lie to me, so she must have been speaking the truth. But then again, how could I believe that I had met the Devil himself? I shook my head. Think straight Hazel. Irene wanted me to help her and figure things out myself. She must have had a reason to tell me that Lothaire is the devil, if he truly was. Maybe she was giving me hints. First I had to…
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I kept looking down at my hands while sitting in the garden with Lothaire. Irene had left saying she would bring us some tea that would help us sleep. I just hoped she would come back soon because I had never been so nervous in my life before. But since she just left I knew it would take some time before she came back and I couldn't just let this awkward silence continue. Besides I was the one who told her I wanted to meet him so I should say something. "Irene has told me a lot about you," I said…
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"Klara? Where are you going?" Irene stood at the door while Klara packed her weapons. "I am going to find Lucian." Klara waited for Irene to ask why but she didn't. "How do I leave? I mean we came through that magic gate." Klara asked. "You leave through it as well. Do you want me to open it for you?" "Yes, please." Klara followed Irene outside and she opened the gate for her. "Take this." Irene said handing her a bird shaped necklace."It will help you when you are in danger." Klara…
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Dark lustrous black hair framed a strong, defined face and pink soft lips were curved into a smirk. "My my what do we have here?" His voice as smooth as his caramel skin held a mocking lilt. When Klara didn't reply or move he arched one dark brow. "Do you find it comfortable sitting on the floor?" He asked. "Huh? Oh... no..." Her face burned with embarrassment as she got up and adjusted her dress. Why was she acting like this? Irritated with herself she looked at the man in front of her.…
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I woke up feeling sore. Sleeping on the floor wasn't the most pleasant thing when you were used to sleeping on luxurious beds. Klara sat leaning against a tree with eyes closed. Was she asleep? It looked really uncomfortable to be sleeping that way. Yawning, I tried to get up but almost yelped as a sharp pain stabbed my leg. Sitting back down quickly I looked at my foot, it had swollen more. "What happened?" Klara was suddenly next to me. Grimacing in pain "My leg has gotten worse." I said. She…
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Klara couldn't help but stare at the mesmerizing beauty in front of her. How could a man or a human possible look like this? She took in every detail. The perfectly sculpted face, the defined eyebrows, the flaming eyes, the sharp nose, lips made to kiss and a flawless skin. And his hair, it was long, thick and black and shone in the sunlight. Klara realized that none of his hair was out of place or dirty even though they had spent the whole day on a battlefield. The prince leaned down and reached…
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Klara made me wear dirty torn clothes, she put mud on my face and hair and tied my hands. "If you look like a beggar no one will ever suspect you are a princess." She explained. I was angry at first. Was she making fun of me? But as we passed many guards and none of them even looked our way I guessed she was right. It must really have looked like I was a slave bought by her from the way she rode her horse and I was being dragged behind with my hands tied. I still hated her for this, but I had to…
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