Mary Moore
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That night, I didn't know why I apologized to him, but it felt that I had too many things to apologize for. Sam had never shown me his vulnerability, so it took me aback. He felt more like Sam, or rather, an equal mix of Sam's fear and Hell's anger. I barely remember what happened after that as we kissed passionately and made love all night, and the rest was history. "Lost in thoughts again?" Kristina cocked her head to me, snapping me out of my thoughts from that night one week ago. I faced her and…
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"Hand," He said, but I hesitated to take it, knowing him, but I still did. "Good girl," he said as his fingers wrapped around my hand. Please, Sam turned his head in Stefan's direction. "Your Majesty, it seemed that my wife is not feeling well." Stefan cast me a brief look, making me grip Sam's hand tightly. "Is that so?" Stefan nodded in understanding. "Should I send the royal physician to your quarters?" "There's no need. Just a little rest will do." "Alright, take care of your wife."…
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"Lilou, sit here." His voice prickled under my skin as I winced, turning my head towards Stefan, who sat on the host's seat. Did he just invite me to sit next to him? "What's wrong?" asked Sam, and I turned my head to him, baffled. Didn't he hear Stefan's invitation? I studied his expression, and it seemed that was the case. "No — nothing." I shook my head lightly, sporting a forced smile to reassure him. Sam narrowed his eyes suspiciously but didn't probe about it as he nodded. A sigh of…
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As planned, Lena helped me get changed while Sam said he would be back so he could escort me to the family dinner. We agreed he would return once I finished. "Can we skip the corset?" I glanced at Lena as she cinched my waist. Lena stopped and shifted her gaze at me through the full-body mirror. "Your highness, should I just prepare your training outfits instead?" "Oh!" I intoned. "That's an excellent suggestion! Let's do that." "Your highness…" Lena sighed helplessly as the corner of her…
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I opened my eyes slowly and met with the pair of crimson orbs hovering over me. Having those recurring dreams almost every day and night slowly numbed me, although they were still as exhausting as usual. "Dreams again?" Sam asked, brushing the strands of my hair away from my forehead and added, "You're handling them well now." "Was I out for a long time?" I furrowed my brows, as I didn't expect to wake up on his lap after a nap. Sam smacked his lips for a moment and answered, "Yes. For ten…
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"I will… kill you!" Blood splattered on me, and the side of my lips curled into a brief smirk. However, that was not enough to kill him as he slowly drew away, touching his bleeding ears. He seemed surprised, gazing at his palm after touching his wounded ear. I crawled away from him, pushing myself back with my feet. I winced when he suddenly stuck his tongue out and licked his palm ever so slowly. This disgusting monster… he had really lost his mind because of his hunger. My shoulder…
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After our training, Sam and I walked back to the third prince's quarters. On the way, I glanced at him, who was walking right beside me. "Husband," I called, and he raised a brow before casting me a look. "How long do I have to observe? I understand you must have a reason, but can you tell me what it is?" "Even if I tell you, it will only confuse you, my wife." I frowned and let out a shallow breath, shifting my eyes ahead. "Is that so?" Sam's gaze lingered on me for a while before setting them…
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At the same time... "Garden in the west wing," Kristina whispered, walking through the quiet hallway leading to the garden in the west wing of the palace. For the past three days, Rufus ordered her to survey the town of Libira, an outskirt in the capital, and she only had returned now. Rufus' words had intrigued Kristina, so she headed in the west wing as soon as she was done reporting. "The west palace is more deserted than I thought." She looked around without pausing in her steps, eyebrow…
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Since the Bearers couldn't help but react to their weapon's wish, Sam's training centered on killing him. Yes, my husband had to face assassination attempts whilst telling — those same people who wanted him dead — about the strong point of their divine weapons. "Uhm." I awkwardly raised my hand, catching Sam's attention while he was in the middle of blocking Charlotte's surprise attack. "You haven't taught me about my Lakresha, sir," I said, raising my brows cluelessly. This had been the third…
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Ramin ground his teeth, offended. "How dare you question my Labyrinth?!" he growled, kicking Sam, which the latter dodged as he sprung back like a grasshopper. "This is not Labyrinth?!" Ramin roared as he slowly stood on his feet. "Who the hell are you to doubt my Labyrinth's legitimacy?" I could feel the air around him thicken, making me unconsciously step back. I understood Ramin's anger as he was a proud Bearer of the Divine Order, and Sam's words were just a direct blow to that pride and ego.…
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