Mary Moore
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"My uncle." My face scrunched up upon this little child's response. I didn't want to judge this uncle of his, but it was hard not to at this point. "He he. Is that so?" I awkwardly responded, finding it hard to articulate my pure thoughts. Who wouldn't? This child believed people went to hell instead of heaven. And his wording too. His mother died while his father was tortured to death. A sigh slipped past my lips. Wasn't that too cruel? But that's reality for us. Being tortured, stoned, or…
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I half-expected him to bring me into a strange place. The route was a little dark and suspicious, after all. However, what I didn't expect was, the good place he was talking about was actually real. After a long walk, we reached another plaza — a bigger one. A market place full of people; stalls, customers, men and women, even children! "Knotley is divided into two. The plaza we arrived at was its front. Since they were all devotees, they treated the main plaza as the holy land. That's why it…
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"Tsk. How come you and Fabian think alike?" Sam clicked his tongue, as if that was also Fabian's reason. That's because we know you too well, my lord. But I ignored it. I focused my mind on the topic. "So, why did Mister Fabian didn't become a knight? Even if it didn't interest him, why did he choose to be a butler?" I asked, intrigued. I didn't expect to hear such revelation about our butler. With how Fabian smiled politely, it was hard to see him in a different light. Well, now that I…
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Sam only let out a brief chuckle as he escorted me towards the carriage. On our way, I caught a familiar figure from the corner of my eyes. Instinctively, I turned my head in its direction. It was Fabian. Fabian was watering the…? Wasn't that the area where he dug a grave pit last night? He didn't bury someone last night, did he? As if noticing my gaze, Fabian turned his head in my direction. As usual, he offered me a smile; his eyes squinting, his lips stretched from ear to ear. I smiled…
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I happily ate the breakfast he made himself. The taste was alright. It was not as exquisite as what the servants usually served. However, as a peasant who had survived eating potatoes for a long time, everything that could fill my stomach was all blessings. But as a biased bride, today's breakfast was the best meal I had ever eaten. Sam made it, after all. I would eat it any day. After that, Sam and I had agreed to make preparations. I informed Fabian about our today's plans. I knew he would help,…
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I had a good sleep that night. For the past three months, I could say I haven't had such a peaceful and satisfying sleep. I would always wake up from terrible dreams. But tonight, there's nothing. Even my fatigue magically disappeared. Ironic. Our last activity last night was intense than ever. It was as if we made love like there's no tomorrow. Yet, it didn't tire me. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The chirping of the birds sang in chorus with the whistle of the morning wind. A ray of light peek…
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I didn't know if I've gone too far doing this. However, I'm in a position of no return. Be it in my current situation or my entire relationship with him. There's no turning back. All I could do was to move forward. Whether I stopped for a moment to breathe and reconsider, I had to continuing on moving forth. No matter how many truths there were; no matter what kind of devil I'm marrying, no matter how dangerous the path I had chosen, I could only fall deeper… and deeper. I swallowed him…
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"Damn…" Upon hearing his whisper, I instinctively glanced up to see if it hurt him. However, Sam's cheek was burning in red. His mouth fell open, staring at my hand around him and then slowly up to me. 'He likes it?' I wondered in surprise. My breath instantly hitched upon meeting his crimson eyes. He gritted his teeth tightly. Yet he wasn't stopping me. Instead, his gaze was asking me, 'what would I do next?' I didn't know what to do… I gaze down. I could feel his slight beating…
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Sam eased as his hand that was holding my wrist rested on the soft mattress. Tonight, I'll take charge. It'll be I who would dominate him. That oath somehow manifested in my heart. Not thinking, but just acting out of instinct. I felt his shoulder relaxed as I traveled down. His hand ran through my tousled hair, resting on the back of my head. His chest moved in and out heavily. Just by kissing, sweats formed underhand, making it easier to glide my palms around him. Yet I made sure that he'd feel…
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Once our lips touched once again, everything didn't matter. His lips told me he wanted me; not just my body, but my heart and my soul. I wanted the same. To love and be loved by him. Nothing else. Sam carefully traced my waist down to my hip, squeezing my thigh once it reached the ends of my nightdress. I gasped at his faint grip, breaking away from his lips. He didn't stop, leaving a trail of kisses on my jaw, down to the side of my neck. He savored every bit of me, drowning me with affection.…
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