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Cristina Pacheco

Drinking under the moon

The little duchess' life seems to be perfect, especially after her wedding with the most desired bachelor in the kingdom, the one who drove out all the monster from the Black Wood. Despite her father's initial protests, Iris is able to marry the love of her life and feels that the rest of her life will only be bliss. But not everything is what is seems at her new home and little by little secrets revail themselves, making Iris understand the reasons behind her father's protests. ---------------- Her wedding night found Iris more nervous than she thought. The maids bathed her and changed her into a nightgown which was semi transparent, the silhouette of her body being evident throughout the thin material. After the maids left she laid down on her bed, but only for a second. Her nerves didn’t let her lay there, she couldn’t even sit on it as she knew what was to come. Or at least she thought she knew as she, like all noble girls, was taught about the duty of a wife in the bedroom. But she didn’t know about the tingling in her stomach and the heat coming from inside her from those lessons. No, those were the feelings her now husband showed her with only a kiss. That thought made her touch her lips with her finger. She blushed when she remembered the kiss, the one that started all of this. It happened only a month ago, on a dark night with no stars in the sky and the moon hiding behind the dark clouds, promising a heavy rain. But not a single drop fell yet and the castle's garden was lit by small torches which trew trembling shadows on the ground. She could remember his hands touching her arched back and caressing it while his other hand touched her cheek before sliding behind her head, entangled in her beautifully done hair. He looked passionately into her eyes, his green eyes making her forget about anything else. The smell that came from him drew her closer until their lips touched and she closed her eyes, letting herself drown in that blissful feeling, in those hard arms. He made her forget everything outside their embrace. They forgot where they were and the reason they were there. They forgot about the ballroom full of chatting people, full of music and dance. It was only them at that moment, in the garden. “You son of a bitch!” a cry woke them and they separated from each other. “You will pay for this!”. The man that was screaming at them approached and before Iris realized what was happening, he punched her partner hard.
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Denied by Destiny

"You finally became the monster I always feared," a loud sob escaped Cristina's throat as her own hands for the very first time trembled as they touched her only son's face. The creature that stood before her is now a perfect replica of the very man she had prayed her son would never become. "The one who created the monster is always the one who feared it the most," Turning his once warm russets that were now smoldered with an eerie intensity, Alastair looked at his now trembling mother, "And now that innocent angel you used to pray for, is now in the clutches of that very monster you created. Isn't this what you always wanted, Mom? Ezelea as my bride from the very moment you laid eyes on her." "I did..I did wish for that angel to marry my son, but not the monster you've become. I'd rather kill her with my own hands than let you ruin her pureness." A tear trickled down her cheeks. "Better keep your wife and yourself far from my life, because I'm telling you, Dad, if anyone. I repeat, if anyone even dared to think of separating Jennie from me, I won't think twice before burning down this entire fucking world with all of you in it, till the ashes of this world witnesses her as Ezelea Alastair Castellanos" he paused before continuing, "Get this into your fucking head. She's destined to be mine, whether she chooses to embrace this destiny or not." ~~~~ She was an unwanted bride because she was never meant to be his, not in the eyes of destiny but Alastair had marked her as his long before the ink of fate had dried on the parchment of her destiny. She had became etched into his very soul bound in a way from which there was no escape for her, even if he wished it so. What would happen when her purity and innocence clashed violently with the cold, unyielding steel of his ruthlessness in a fierce dance of fate that she had never never asked for? Will she lost herself to the dark whims of his obsession, power and manipulation that was now wrapped in a cloak of love?
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