Sir hold your horses...she's not yours😁😁😁
Ezekiel's eyes scanned the hall, and they locked onto Ruelle instantly. His expression darkened, his jaw tightening as a rush of possessive jealousy surged through him. To think she had changed rooms overnight—with a male student—ignited rage inside him.
Fantasy · ash_knight17
you're playing with fire Sir! you will get burnt
As Ezekiel's eyes swept through the room, they landed on Ruelle, whose pulse quickened.
Fantasy · ash_knight17
The double meaning in this statement 😂
"You follow me, yet you stand there now like a prey in the forest once again," Lucian murmured, his voice lowering to a near whisper. "Keep wandering into the woods like a lost lamb and someone might just decide to hunt you down."
Fantasy · ash_knight17
Twins!!! Wow surprise me further 😱😱
Sawyer waved off the young woman's comment and remarked, "Don't mind my sister. She's got a terrible sense of humour, but she's harmless. Mostly." Noticing the surprise on Ruelle's face, he said, "Angelina is my twin sister."
Fantasy · ash_knight17
wise choice hunney
Hoping to leave it all behind, she quickly departed for Sexton, deciding not to return home for the following weekend.
Fantasy · ash_knight17
Torr. No break for the willing 😔
Yet, Ruelle was unaware that, along with crafting her path, she also unwittingly had the talent of carving her own grave.
Fantasy · ash_knight17
Ahhhh they're brothers😈😈😁😁😁
But it was Dane's next words that caught Lucian's attention—"Mine was rather interesting. I met someone. Ruelle Marie Belmont."
Fantasy · ash_knight17
What do you know that i dont? Spill!!!
"Ruelle Marie Belmont," he murmured softly as a thoughtful expression flickered across his refined features. His smile grew, a subtle curve of intrigue playing at his lips. "Well, isn't that interesting…"
Fantasy · ash_knight17
trouble 😂
His piercing glare locked onto hers, an unmistakable mix of annoyance and recognition. Oh no… she thought to herself.
Fantasy · ash_knight17
huh???
"I have simply done what's required," Lucian replied, his voice calm, almost detached. His demeanour remained polite, though the flattery rolled off him like water on stone. His ambition wasn't born out of the desire for compliments but a deep, unspoken drive for control.
Claimed by the Prince of Darkness
Fantasy · ash_knight17