Mary Moore
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Receiving no response or any movements from him made me tighten my grip around him. Even if he refused, I wouldn't let him go. "Tear my entire shoulders apart if you want to leave." I blurted out in a whisper. I pursed my lips upon realization. However, I thought it was better that I spoke my thoughts aloud. When Sam put his hand on my linked hands resting on his abdomen, I tightened my grip. "I won't let you go off on you own again." I murmured, puffing my cheeks. I felt his back trembled…
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Sam's brows briefly raised, surprised. A frown then resurfaced on his lips. As I saw his dejected expression, I now then realized what I had said. Instinctively, the hand that I placed on his chest clasped. "I — I'm not serious." I stammered as the corner of my lips tilted into an awkward smile. Did I lose my mind? How dare I tell him he stinks? Me? Of all people? I was a little lost at the strange scenarios that suddenly played in my head that my mouth just went off on its own. Stupid…
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I'm not a smart person, neither I was wise. My instincts weren't keen as well. But ever since Sam came into my life, I knew something changed deep within. When we set off to the Capital, I get to learn new things every moment. From Grimsbanne, to Whistlebird, and now, here in Cunningham. No matter how little they were, this knowledge had changed my perspective on certain things. What more? The major information passed on to me. Until now, I couldn't confidently say they were gifts or a curse to know…
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Long ago, the La Crox, the founding royal family of the Heart's Kingdom, had sheltered five fellow pure-blooded vampires: the Bloodfang, Crawford, Von Stein, Le Blac, and the Moriarty. However, with six pure-blooded vampires in the same kingdom incited constant dispute against each other. Hence, three of the most powerful pure-blooded clans — Von Stein, Le Blac, and the Moriarty — that was said to par with the La Crox's strength, had left to establish their own kingdom. It was a peaceful mutual…
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I was never a holy person. BUT, this blasphemy had shaken me to the core. All throughout our journey towards the distinguished Crawford Clan castle, the people praised my name repeatedly. At this rate, my name would reach the heavens. I could only wait for the heavenly judgment to befall me. To make things worse, Sam had been smiling the entire time. I glanced at him and that stupidly charming grin of his never left his lips. "We should've taken a detour." I mumbled helplessly. It felt strange…
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I dropped my jaw. Literally dropped my jaw. So, a land that was worse than entering an enemy's territory was a land of his cult? I've always found myself in a conflicted situation. This one was one of the hardest situation where I didn't know what to feel. "They must've put a large spell, so you'd faint. These bastards just do what they want to do." Sam grumbled, cracking his knuckles as if he was ready for a kill. "A spell? Huh?" "At first, I thought I've sipped too much of your blood that you…
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Uh… my head was spinning. This rocky path we're taking and how I bounced along with every major and minor bump just made it worse. I felt very dizzy. I blinked, glancing at Sam, who was leisurely sightseeing with my finger in between his lips. I told him to sip well. However, he'd been sipping from my finger for almost the entire day. He'd take a break every so often and then continue. It was still surprising I'm still alive. But I'm finally feeling I'm being drained. Oh, my head. My vision…
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"Sam…" I gasped. Sam also realized the blood from his nose. He slowly raised his finger to his nose. Checking the blood as he withdrew his hand in front of him. "Are you… alright?" I asked, worried. "Oh…" Sam nodded without looking away from his finger. It stunned him as well. "Mister Fabian!" because of the adrenaline rush, I immediately opened the window and called Fabian in panic. "The duke is bleeding!" I exclaimed. However, just as I did, the carriage abruptly halted and Fabian…
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"What?" I gasped in disbelief. "Lord Noah and Teddy are friends before?" Sam nodded, crossing his arms. "They are best friends." Did I hear him correctly? How could…? "Hundreds of years ago, I stayed in Whistlebird for quite some time. Noah is a child back then. I remember he used to play with a child from the Brown in secret. How time flies and now they look much older than me!" Sam shook his head dejectedly while clicking his tongue. I could not help my face but sport a conflicted look.…
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When I followed Fabian, Sam remained with the Remington. I kept tilting my head from side to side, glancing at Fabian's back constantly. My lips parted, but no words came out. I'd ask Sam instead. Soon, we reached outside the mansion. Wow… the Remington's mansion was twice as huge as Sam's. The knights were already outside, and so was our carriage. As we approached them, I thought about something. "Mister Fabian?" I called out, furrowing my brows. Fabian looked back at me. "Yes, my…
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