Mary Moore
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Lord Anton cast Fabian a look. Then silence. The only sound that dominated the dining hall was my fork faintly hitting my plate as I ate. Everyone stopped eating, but I couldn't. This felt new to me, after all. The Duke of Grimsbanne's mansion was too peaceful. I got used to it. I promised to accept whatever Sam's side would show me. But I didn't expect to be in a suffocating situation early in the morning. Thus, I'll remain silent and act naturally. Yes, natural. But heck! Stuffing my mouth was…
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"The Bloodfang asked me to." Momentarily, my brain stopped functioning. What did he say again? "The Bloodfang asked you to fight them?" I asked clearly so I wouldn't misunderstand this piece of information. "Mhmm." Sam hummed a tune as he nodded. It rendered me speechless. "Personally, they're more suited to become rulers if you ask me. But, since I don't have interest in the throne, they asked me to keep an eye on my brother." "The Bloodfangs are aware the king wanted them dead. And they're…
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It was a long night, indeed. Sam and I quarreled. We made up. Then we made love. But the night hadn't ended yet. I moved and rested the side of my head on his chest. "You're not tired?" He asked, caressing my spine with the tip of his fingers. I shuddered slightly, but ignored it. "No. You forced me to sleep hours before my bedtime." Again, silence ensued. Not the suffocating kind of silence. The serene silence. "What are you thinking?" I asked under my breath, looking up at him. Sam…
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"I'm sorry." Sam and I halted upon dropping those two words simultaneously. I pursed my lips into a thin line while Sam awkwardly rocked his head back and forth. "I..." "I..." Again, we spoke at the same time. I bit my lower lip, repressing the smile from resurfacing on my lips. Sam gestured to me to speak first. "Ladies first." "No, you can speak first." I beckoned, stopping the giggle that was tempting to come out. "Alright..." Sam nodded as he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry..."…
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In the past, I've spent countless nights awake. Wondering why life was called life, if living was akin to an endless loop of the night? I've never had an answer, nor I think I'd ever have one. Tonight was different. Staring at the high ceiling with a blank mind. It would be better if I had something to think about. But no, I had nothing but this heaviness in my heart. Was I upset? Angry? Sad? Disappointed? Which one was it? But what I know was that I hated the fact that I have this gap in my…
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Have I ever felt actual fear? Right now, all the fears I've known in my entire life felt shallow. "I told you not to open your eyes, didn't I?" The difference in his demeanor was far too distinct not to compare or notice. I crept my gaze to my left and wondered if I have ever truly know the man I'm about to marry. No. And I'm aware of that. Sam's crimson eyes fixed on me, drooping low. He licked the blood on the tip of his sharp fang. My throat instantly felt parched. My lower lip trembled…
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I closed my eyes because I respected and felt Sam's eagerness for me to listen. Even when questions of how I temporarily turned deaf without explanation, I stuck with my words. However, part of me wanted to see what he was so afraid to show. Deep down, I knew I could accept any side of him — even his worst. Slowly, I opened my eyes. It was dark. As I blinked, I furrowed my brows and looked around. This was not the establishment anymore. It was a chamber and I'm on a bed. A dark room with only…
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"Feed anyone who comes in here. Whether they have money or don't, be it vampires or humans, treat them all fairly. This establishment's purpose is not to make profit, but to serve its people." *BANG!* A loud sound of the entrance being burst open startled me out of my wits. Slowly, I moved my gaze at the entrance. The door flew to a certain direction while the other barely hanged still. There was a group of five people standing by the door. One of them was Noah Remington. But he stood behind.…
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After all that ordeal, the entire restaurant returned to what it used to be. They served us a sumptuous meal, just like what Sam requested. It was as if nothing happened, but the murmurings about the incident still reached my ear. It would be more odd if they didn't take an interest in Sam. If my eavesdropping heard them right, that red-haired man was a member of the Remington Clan; the only noble family in this town. I raised my gaze across to me. Sam was cupping his cheek with both his hands,…
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"Are you not ashamed? That girl is doing this to keep you alive from that psycho. Her situation is your fault because you can't protect her. I don't like the likes of you." "Sam…" I called out under my breath. However, Sam had a point — a strong one, at that. If he was a vampire, shouldn't he supposed to be strong? How come he was bullied to this degree? There might be a reason. Perhaps the red-haired man was just stronger than him? Instinctively, I shifted my gaze to the red-haired man. He…
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