Sarah Moore
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Leonard sipped the tea from the white teacup which had blood mixed with it, his tongue relishing the rich thick texture of the blood which wasn't found in milk. The sun that rarely graced the lands of Bonelake was already up and high, rays of sun filling up the entire place and piercing through the glasses of the mansion which refracted various colors on the walls. It was the colors that had woken him up from his sleep along with the birds that had perched in one of the trees. And when Jan had arrived…
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Late night when everyone was fast asleep in the mansion, Vivian heard a stone hit her table that came through her small open window, waking her up from her sleep. In the dark where the candle she had previously lit before going to sleep was fading away with few more minutes left before it would fizzle out, she made a reach to the stone. Upon touching it, she found the stone was covered with paper. Going to the window and taking a peak, she found no one in sight and sat down on her bed to unfold the…
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The housekeeper found the maid looking at him for permission, to permit her walking with Mr Wells who was Duke Leonard's guest. Seeing no harm in it, he gave a nod of approval. Seeing the housekeeper go inside the mansion, Mr Wells asked, "Shall we?" "How has work been? Were you able to acquire the land next to the Isle estate to build the market there?" Vivian asked taking small steps next to him as they began walking away from the entrance and towards the garden. "It has been going well. About…
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Vivian followed back Jan who had immediately left after informing her that Leonard had asked for her presence in the mansion. Not sure what Leonard wanted from her, she walked quickly while trying to catch up with the housekeeper who had already begun to disappear from her sight. With the mansion almost empty as the maids were out at the river bank, there were hardly two other servants except for her and Jan as they stepped inside the mansion. "You will find him in the right wing," seeing the…
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When the door to the bathroom was shut close leaving Vivian standing alone in the room with a small pool of water at her feet, her hand slowly reached her lips to touch it. Feeling the softness as it had been chewed and sucked on. Her tongue darted out of her mouth again this time to feel the taste of his lips that lingered on hers. He had kissed her not once but twice in less than a minute. Blood rushed both up and down her body. Though many men had sought to pursue Vivian, the girl had been nothing…
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Vivian looked at Leonard, her eyes wide while he had his eyes closed as he pressed his soft lips on hers. He had caught her off guard when he had flipped her from top to bottom in the small space of the tub, and with the simple touch of the lips, she lost the ability to think about any and everything. As he pulled back from her lips and face, his eyes languidly opening up to look at her, giving her enough time to process what just happened, Vivian sat frozen. For both of them who hadn't kissed anyone…
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When Leonard pulled the robe off his body in slow motion, Vivian couldn't help but look at the way the silky material began to first fall of his broad and taut shoulders. The blue robe flopped down on his feet to reveal the muscles it was hiding all this time. Vivian sucked in her breath looking at his back frame. Her breathing already beginning to get shallower by the mere sight of his naked back. His skin was as pale as hers, and even though she hadn't traced his skin on his back the texture was no…
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Vivian who had gone to dust the west wing of the mansion stood in front of the large family portrait that was hung on the spacious wall with two lamps that lit on each side in the deserted hallway. The portrait was of Mr and Mrs Carmichael with a young Leonard who had a grumpy look on his face in the painting. Her memories of her childhood had meshed into one single heap that she didn't remember when it was painted. Taking the dry cloth she had brought along with her, she began wiping the edges while…
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On one fine noon when the rays of the sun escaped through the gaps of the clouds continuously, Vivian had only finished feeding the animals in the shed. With her hands covered in a thin layer of mud, she poured water from the small built-in reservoir of water in the shed. As she wiped her hands on the apron that was tied around her waist she caught sight of a carriage ride through the black gates from afar. From the carriage stepped out Mr and Mrs Easton who was followed by their daughter, Charlotte.…
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"The horses are bought from Woville from Mr Ritcher's farm. Our Lord prefers it that way," the coachman said holding the reins of the horse as he spoke to Vivian who listened to him intently. "I have never been to Woville," Vivian spoke her thoughts to receive a startled look on the coachman, Joann's face. "You haven't?" She shook her head. Since she could remember she didn't recollect going anywhere out of Bonelake. She spent most of her time inside the Carmichael's mansion with a limited amount of…
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