D E A M O N
I saw a shy girl walk into our apartment with a red rose.
She was looking down at her, but her mother came in holding her hand.
"Misty," the woman exclaimed as she looked at her mother. Her mother ran out of the kitchen, hugged her lady, and looked down at the pretty girl who was busy hiding behind her mother.
"What's your name, sweetie?" asked her mother. The little girl slowly came out from behind her mother's buttocks, opened her mouth and told her her name.
"What a lovely name, darling. Come see her son." My mother didn't realize I had stopped playing video games, and was already fascinated by the beautiful princess who came in, and I was sitting there. I walked over to the sofa.
"This is my son, Damon. He's a nice boy, just like you. You can play with me while I'm talking to you, okay? ' She smiled and nodded at her mother, revealing her beautiful dimples.
"If you need anything, I'll be right there," her mother told us, and followed her back to the kitchen.
"Would you like to play?" I asked and she shook her head, meaning she wasn't interested in my game.
"Why?" I asked her, blinking her eyes.
I may be 7 years old, but she can't lie that she likes this girl so much. She was very pretty and her eye color was my favorite color. Emerald green
"I don't know how to play it," she replied melodiously. It sounded like a song to my ears.
"Can I tell you?" she asked, and she looked puzzled.
"You're not a teacher," she replied, almost making me laugh.
"I am a big boy. When I turned seven last month, my mother told me that I was old enough to take care of myself. So you can teach them how to play too. How old you? "
"Five," she replied, showing five fingers.
"Okay, Princess. Can I tell you now? "The game is called Rocket League," I asked impatiently.
"Princess," she sat next to me, demonstrating that she was ready to be taught.
"Yes, princess. You look like a princess to me, and I will call you that every day," I told her and made her smile.
We started taking game lessons. I taught her everything I know, including how to start and play her games. She taught without caring if she understood everything I said or if her lessons were too much for her. I just wanted to be next to her and keep hearing stories about her favorite movies, colors, and friends.
By evening she was ready to leave with her mother. She promised to come back later that day while I tried to contain her sadness and look forward to seeing her again.
She kept her promise, and with or without her mother, she returned.
The last time we met was on Friday, a year after we first met. After she came home from school, she came to our house in her father's black car, usually driven by a chauffeur, so we decided to go to the park. My mom said I needed it because I was homeschooled and had to see my friends. She asked one of her father's bodyguards to go with us.
My father forbade me from going to school because it would damage my spirit and prevent me from taking over the family business. He said it would calm me down and I could cry like a girl.
I didn't know what school was like, never been to one. I never had friends other than a beautiful princess, so when I'm with her I don't care about anything.
It was already evening when we arrived at the park. The first thing I saw was the swing. She was in it, so I got behind her and pushed her in the opposite direction of her, making her giggle.
She laughed a lot and I was glad she was happy. I was also happy that I was the one making her laugh, not someone else.
It crossed her mind and I started pushing her more than usual. She told me to stop or slow her down, but I didn't listen. She thought she liked it, so I continued.
Suddenly she was thrown off the swing and landed face down on her floor.
She screamed in pain and I quickly ran to her side. "You hurt me, Damon," she cried.
"I'm sorry, Princess, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry." I held her little hand and apologized.
Even though I hurt the princess, I became a monster.
"Why are you crying, Damon? I'm the one who's hurt, not you." Wiped my face, told me to stop crying, put his hands around my neck and hugged me.
"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, D. It's okay." I smiled at her and she smiled back with tears running down her kind face. "I promise to always protect you, Princess."
I made that promise because I wanted to always be by her side, protect her, and be with her. Little did I know that she would leave without saying goodbye that night.
It seems to me that I have never kept her promises to her, to her mother, or to myself.
Surprised, I woke up sweating even though the air conditioning was on.
Ever since she left, I always dreamed of seeing her, but never dreamed of her leaving. I think it was a different night that night.
After she left, I cried and cried and begged to see her again, but when her father got tired, he threw me into a dark room without food or water for two days. I was dying, not knowing what I had done and deserved such a punishment.
Even if he later thought I forgot her, I didn't.
A figure appeared in front of me, and when I turned around, I saw that it was the companion I had helped earlier. He curled up in a ball in the corner of his bed and slept like a baby. I approached her and removed the hair that was covering her face. She looked so beautiful with her long eyelashes and pouty lips. I thought about how her soft lips would feel on mine. That thought of her sent a direct signal to my cock and suddenly made me stiff.
Calm down big man! She's out of bounds! For now!
Unlike other werewolves who have the ability to communicate with wolves, I couldn't. That was the price I had to pay when I refused the oath of allegiance.
I can't deny that my spouse is beautiful and her eyes reminded me of my princess, but I know that if they were the same person, her life would be in danger.
Worried about what would happen if she stayed like this, I gently kissed her on the forehead and shoulders before getting out of bed.
I wanted her, I wanted to mark her and make her mine, but I know I gotta watch her, she's fragile, and I touch her I know I shouldn't.
I took one last look at my friends before leaving the room, undressed, entered the closet, and transformed into my former awkward self.