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Die Dämonenbraut

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise wollte sich gerade in das Kleid umziehen, das in der Ecke ihres Bettes lag, als sie ein leises Klopfen an ihrer Tür hörte. Neugierig drehte sie den Türknauf und sah einen großen Mann vor sich aufragen. "Meister Ian!" rief sie. Ian lächelte mit dem üblichen schelmischen Grinsen, das er immer benutzte. Seine purpurroten Augen wanderten ein wenig durch ihr Zimmer und entdeckten das schwarze Kleid über ihrem Bett, dann richtete er seinen Blick auf die Frau, die vor ihm stand. Er trat einen Schritt vor und sprach. "Woher haben Sie dieses Kleid?" "Mr. Harland hat es mir geschenkt." antwortete Elise und reckte den Hals, um zu sehen, wie sich Ians Brauen in seiner Eleganz zusammenzogen. "Weißt du, warum ein Mann einer Frau gerne ein Kleid schenkt?" Er gab das Rätsel auf, bei dem sie immer zweimal überlegen musste, bevor sie antwortete. Doch dieses Mal fand sie keine Antwort und schüttelte stattdessen den Kopf. "Ich weiß es nicht." Sein Grinsen wurde betörend, als hätte sich tief in seinen scharlachroten Augen etwas geregt. Langsam ließ er seine Hand über den Kragen ihres Kleides gleiten, was ihr einen kalten Schauer über den Rücken jagte, der sie für einen Moment erschreckte, da es eiskalt war. Nachdem er die ersten beiden Knöpfe ihres Kragens geöffnet hatte, neigte er den Kopf nach unten und flüsterte ihr ins Ohr. "Weil sie derjenige sein wollen, der den Stoff auszieht." Er hielt inne und küsste ihren Hals, wobei sich die blasse Haut rötlich verfärbte, bevor er seine Bewegung zurückzog, sie mit seinen Augen fixierte und gemächlich antwortete. "Leider kannst du das Kleid da drüben damit nicht tragen." Er gluckste und reichte ihr eine Schachtel in die Hand. "Die gute Nachricht ist, dass ich ein Kleid für dich vorbereitet habe." Elise war ein verfluchtes kleines Mädchen, das Geister sehen konnte. Ihre Familie hasste sie und schmiss sie von einer Adoptivfamilie zur nächsten. Doch das Unglück kam nicht allein. Als sie von ihrer Tante aufgezogen wurde, wurde sie als Sklavin verkauft. Als sie dachte, sie würde nur ein Opfer für den Zauberer werden, wurde sie von einem Mann gerettet, dessen Identität ganz anders war als die eines normalen Fabelwesens. *** Dieses Buch ist ORIGINAL und keine Übersetzung Autorendiskord beitreten: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 62.4K Views

After she died, Mr. Bo cried like a dog at the grave

However, Qiao Yu's departure did not make Bo Hanshi give up the search. He began to frantically search for a woman named Qiao Yu, and his voice, his appearance, and even his personality began to change. He no longer just needs someone like Qiao Yu, he has to find her, it can only be her. He muttered to himself: "Qiao Yu, come back, I am willing to repeat the mistakes of the past, this time, you can play me to death." His world has lost its color, and only thoughts and regrets for Qiao Yu remain.However, six years have passed by like a fleeting breath, and everything has undergone earth-shaking changes. Qiao Yu, from that high-ranking young lady, has become a single mother. Life has pushed her to the edge of food and clothing. Her face no longer has the smile of the past, only humbleness and loneliness remain. And Bo Hanshi has transformed from a humble talented man into a man of the hour on the Forbes rich list. His eyes still have that loneliness, but they are more dignified and unparalleled domineering. When they met again, Bao Hanshi's eyes were scarlet. He leaned against Qiao Yu's ear and said bitterly: "Qiao Yu, thanks to you, I am where I am today." His voice was full of hatred. Meaning and self-deprecation. Qiao Yu raised her head and bit her lower lip to hold back the tears in her eyes. There was a trace of fearlessness in her smile: "Then Mr. Bo should thank me. If it weren't for me, Qiao Yu, Mr. Bo would still be the poor boy with nothing. " As time passed, their relationship became more complicated. Bo Hanshi pushed her into the corner, with anger and pain in his eyes: "Qiao Yu, how dare you marry someone else and have children?" But there was only deep despair in Qiao Yu's eyes. In the end, Qiao Yu chose to walk towards the vast and deep sea and jumped down. She said: "In Baohan, I gave this life to you. Now, I don't owe you any more." At that moment, her figure disappeared at the end of the sea, leaving only Baohan's cry and pain. However, Qiao Yu's departure did not make Bo Hanshi give up searching. He began to search frantically for a woman named Qiao Yu. His voice, his appearance, and even his personality began to change. He no longer just needs someone like Qiao Yu, he has to find her, and it can only be her. He murmured to himself: "Qiao Yu, please come back. I am willing to make the same mistakes again. This time, you can kill me." His world has lost its color, leaving only his longing and regret for Qiao Yu.
lixiaomeng0831 · 48 Views

The Fox Who Cried Intimacy

#Femaleontop#R18 #Midevil #Warriors#Romantic #SimpHusband#HopelessRomantic#Reincarnation#EnergeticWife Rachel Wells is an outgoing College gal who strives to live her 20s to the max. While studying historical concepts she likes to use her free time to indulge in gentlemen's clubs. However, this rubs her father the wrong way. Can't she just live a little? After Rachel reincarnates as Beatrice from the Novel "If I Could Be of Use" " she is placed in an unfortunate situation of the suic*d*l bride. Can she chit-chat her way out of this one? Is she able to keep living normally? Will she try to break free from the marriage or charm her new husband? ______________________________________________________________ *Exclusive glimpse* Beatrice grasped her husband's palm and tugged him along the garden when she realized he was taking his sweet time. "Now, D-dear can't you take it easy for a today?". Lorcan slowly pulled his left hand away from his wife and grabbed her waist with his right hand. She slightly pressed her lips as she searched his eyes for questions he didn't say out loud. "I'm not pregnant, Leo." He clasped his hands with hers and neared to her face. "But we're not absolutely sure yet..." Beatrice inched closer to his face with a cheeky smile "But I am". Lorcan nuzzled closer to his wife's ear and wrapped his hands around her slender waist. "How's this?" Beatrice held back her laugh and whispered in his ear. "That's cause, I'm bleeding, right now." Lorcans face turned from pale, to pink, to the redest wine. Pulling away from his wife he quickly passed himself to the gardens exit. Beatrice burst out laughing which caught the servants nearby off guard. "Leoo!~ Why do you have to act like that?" Lorcan halted his steps and stood in his tracts. "Why... Must you be so vulgure.." Lorcan pressed his cold hands onto his burning cheeks. Beatrice crept up on him and slid her slender arms around his shoulders. "Oh please, there's no need for you to be embarrassed. It's normal." A smile crept on her lips as she brushed her lips onto his ear causing Lorcan to tense up. "Plus, I want you to know I'll be expecting you this Thursday evening, My dear Leo."
DaintyWriter · 1.3K Views
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