Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 301 – The society- Part 2
Lady Yuvaine and her vampire friend didn’t expect to have the girl not react but instead throw mud on them.
Lady Sentencia had chosen to sit next to Penelope, she turned her head to look over on the other side with a
subtle smile that crept up on her lips which she hid back again when she turned to look at the three ladies who
looked stunned with the lack of reaction when it came to instigating the human next to her.
The woman scoffed, red eyes that looked slightly livid at the thought that a former slave was trying to teach her manners, “Was that for me?” she asked Penny.
Penny gave her a surprised look, “The juice?” she lifted her glass as if she were clueless about what she did, but everyone around knew what she had done.
Lady Nelle, glared quietly, not letting the matter rest or slide. She said, “I forgive you,” said the lady, pitying
Penny, “You are new to the higher society. For someone who has lived her life as a servant and in slave
establishment,” she shivered, “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t know that we don’t thank the servants here. You
were just lucky. To come here and be where you are,” she sized her up and down, giving her a smile.
“Thank you for parting me with the unnecessary wisdom,” Penny responded back for Lady Nelle who had been smiling to have the same smile fall down her face.
Previously Penny couldn’t do anything. She was a slave who had to listen and obey, though Damien didn’t give
her too many orders she had to learn to behave which she now found to be pointless. She found no reason right
now where she had to stop her tongue from running freely as she wished. After all, she was now one of the high standing ladies of the higher society, the elites.
“I am indeed to be lucky here, to have come from the background that I used to belong, I must say, milady.
Excuse me before that,” Penny looked straight in the eye of Lady Nelle to say, “I think you mistake your rudeness
to high standing status. You might be rich but don’t forget that what you drink and eat is something that is made
by those low lives who you try to laugh upon. Funny that you are willing to eat something that was made by
them but can’t agree on their existence but belittle them. Unless you are telling me that you have stepped into the kitchen to actually cook.”
Penny took a sip from her glass, “Belittling people is an accessory that doesn’t suit you, milady. You should
perhaps drop it and wear something nicer which will make you look better than making you look like a…you know,” she let the lady fill in the blanks whichever suited her.
Damien was in another room for him to know the trouble his mouse was brewing in the other room. Penelope
words weren’t taken too kindly by the woman around her. Except for Lady Sentencia, everyone looked angry as if the words were spoken to them.
“Don’t you know how to talk to people? You are trying to get something started,” Lady Nelle straightened her back, her eyes looking brighter than before as they fixated on Penny.
“Apologies,” Penny bowed her head. It wasn’t her intention to brew trouble but these were the very women who
had looked down upon her, speaking ill words about her when she had last visited Lady Sentencia’s house for a
party she had hosted. She knew it was petty of her but she had taken a sensible approach and she stood by her
points. The higher society thought they were much better than others, looking down at the people who were
born into poor families and houses, “I was merely stating my point of what might look better on you,” she added.
Looking back at the group, she locked her eyes back with Lady Yuvaine, “Don’t you agree, Lady Yuvaine? Lady
Nelle would be much better pursuable if she dropped the attitude, especially where she is trying to court Mr. Hadrint,” both Lady Yuvaine and Lady Nelle looked at her with slightly wide eyes.
Of course, Penny had good ears. When both Damien and her had entered the mansion, she had overheard them
speaking. Picking up some words and understanding who the man was. He was a human.
“Oh, I see it is the Lord,” Lady Sentencia cut in through the conversation that had the women turning around to see Lord Rune enter the room, taking up all the attention as he smiled.
Penny recognized the man instantly. How could she have forgotten, she had met him when Grace had dragged
her in the Isle Valley. Lady Yuvaine placed a hand on Lady Nelle’s arm as if asking her to follow instead of sitting
here. The human lady who had tagged along with the duo stood up, bowing her head at Lady Sentencia and bowing at Penny unwillingly.
“I see Damien is rubbing off of you,” Lady Sentencia spoke who was sitting next to her, “Or were you like this
from before?” she turned her head to look at Penny with a small smile. Her eyes looked amused at the little spit-spat that took place in front of her.
Lady Sentencia had many acquaintances but there were only a few men and women that she considered being
friends. It was possible that the acquaintances took her as her friend but she never did. The woman was as old as Damien who had known him since before his mother had passed away.
She had left her slave today at her mansion. There was no need for him to be here in the crowd and she had to
say she was enjoying this human’s company. She wasn’t stupid and an airhead like the others.
Seeing Penny smile, Lady Sentencia didn’t wait for an answer and she took another sip.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 302 – Broken wheel- Part 1
Before the time for lunch appeared, Damien sought to look for Penny who was still sitting on the couch talking to
his friend Sentencia. Somehow he was glad that his childhood friend was giving his woman the company rather
than leaving her alone. Of course, he didn’t want to part with Penny but Sentencia had taken her along with her, ‘borrowing’ as she said.
“What happened to Humpty, Dumpty, and Empty?” Damien walked around, taking a seat in front of them. Crossing his legs one over the other as he leaned back leisurely.
“They couldn’t hold up a conversation and they left,” Lady Sentencia replied to him like it was nothing big.
“How overdramatic,” he commented looking at Penny now who looked back at him, “Was it your doing?” he
asked her. When she nodded her head he smiled mischievously. Raising his hand in time as a yawn passed through his lips, he heard Lady Sentencia ask the couple,
“Night keeping you awake?” she tipped her chin, a teaseful smile on her lips.
“You cannot even imagine. With all that work in bed of holding-” he stopped seeing Penny’s eyes widen.
“It is nothing as he is stating it to be,” she cleared the possible confusion.
“Hmm? But didn’t you tell me I was wet?” he asked tilting his head.
“Oh my, I don’t know if I should cringe at the image or gush about it,” came Lady Sentencia’s dry tone at her shameless friend.
Damien laughed, looking at Sentencia to say, “Why don’t you give us the love birds some space and go
somewhere else to drink,” Lady Sentencia rolled her eyes before laughing. Damien waved his hand as if wanting to shoo her.
“By the way, I don’t know if it was impolite to ask earlier but didn’t Yuvaine’s birthday pass by seven months ago?” Lady Sentencia questioned.
“It was. You will find her celebrating it again in the next six months,” uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, he took the drink which Penny was having from her hand to take a sip.
“Do you want to try another drink? Maybe we should visit the cellar, there’s a decent collection in there,” he
informed Penny. Just when he was about to speak a man came with hurried footsteps towards him.
Leaning forward to his ear to whisper something as quiet as he could, “Who is there right now?”
“The four of them,” the man informed.
“Get the carriage ready,” Damien replied back to the man where the man quickly left the room. His expression
turned one to be serious. Turning to look at Penny, he asked, “Will you be alright to go back home by yourself?”
“I will be fine,” she nodded her head. They both were a.d.u.l.ts and Damien believed Penny was old enough to be
able to travel back to the mansion in the carriage. The path wasn’t too far from Lady Yuvaine to Quinn’s mansion.
“Good. I will see you back in the mansion,” but Damien didn’t stop at that. Not caring about people being around
them, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. And he left leaving many people’s attention to have fallen back on Penelope.
Penelope spent the rest of the time getting acquainted with some other men and women who knew Lady
Sentencia. As she conversed, keeping the information of her being a slave away and out of the topic, she found
that it wasn’t just about slave or the lower and higher difference that made it difficult to speak to some of them.
Some of the folks had a narrow mindset, their ability to only see the straight line instead of looking at left and right on certain matters.
When Penny sighed after thirty minutes, Lady Sentencia said, “You will get used to it,” she smiled knowing what was going on in the human’s head, “Take it as an amus.e.m.e.nt.”
When more time passed, Penny decided that it was time to leave and return back to Quinn’s mansion.
“I will be here for a little longer before I leave,” Lady Sentencia informed her.
Penny nodded her head, “Thank you for your company, I appreciate it,” she thanked the woman.
“Likewise, have a safe trip back home,” Lady Sentencia wished her.
Penelope bowed her head, standing straight up she made her way out. On her way outside, Penny’s shoulder hit
another man’s shoulder to which she apologized, “I am sorry,” she offered a bow and just as she lifted her head, she noticed it was the man with the glasses and blonde hair.
“That’s alright,” came the man’s breathy voice, a kind smile on his lips which felt unsettling for some reason
within the pit of her stomach. Turning around, Penny headed out and got into the carriage which Damien had left for her to use so that she could travel back to the mansion.
As she traveled back alone with the coachman sitting in the front, it wasn’t even ten minutes since they had left
Lady Yuvaine’s mansion that the carriage started to shake unstably. Penny wondered what was wrong and if it
was the snow on the road that was causing it. One side of the carriage suddenly dropped down having the
carriage lose its balance and Penny had to use her hand to stop herself from crashing against the sides of the carriage.
The coachman jumped out of his seat and opened the door to find the lady sitting down, “Milady, are you
alright?” there was a sense of panic in his voice as he asked her. The elites usually held the poor to be responsible if something like this happened. Not to forget this lady belonged to Master Damien.
“Yes,” she answered, taking his hand so that she could step outside with a frown she said, “The wheel broke,” she
said looking at the carriage wheel that had not only come out but had also broken into two uneven halves. It didn’t look like it could be fixed.
She looked at the snowy road and the surrounding wondering how she was going to get back now.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 303 – Broken wheel- Part 2
The Quinn’s coachman stared at the broken wheel with a mixture of surprise and worry. He had made sure to oil
the wheel and also had made sure to refix the wheel to the carriage to make sure the ride would be smooth and it had been smooth until a few moments ago.
The servant wasn’t sure if he should be thankful that the wheel hadn’t come off else the carriage would have
been dragged for a certain distance before coming to a halt. But on the other hand, there was a possibility that
the wheel could have been fixed back. Right now the carriage had broken down, the wheel broken into two halves which in a few seconds broke into another half with a loud sound of the carriage moving down towar
ds the ground.
Both the coachman as well as Penelope cringed hearing and looking at the front left corner of the carriage to fall down.”Let me go get some help, Miss,” the coachman bowed his head.
“Okay,” she gave him permission to see him away from the carriage and her. Looking around, she sighed. The
carriage had broken down right around the forest which made her wonder what help would be provided right
now. He would have to go back to Lady Yuvaine’s mansion to get help as the next village was farther away compared to the place they had come from.
Penny wouldn’t have agreed if Quinn’s mansion wasn’t far from here. She believed in staying put than wander
around and be caught in something unexpected and maybe she was right. Maybe there was trouble that lurked
in the forest, troubles of being caught by men who lacked ethics, black witches who were waiting to pick their next lamb for their ritual and possible unlawful vampires who were waiting for their next victim.
Penny had forgotten to carry her pocket watch today, thinking there was no need to carry it. But as she waited for
the coachman, looking at the path they had traveled from and the path they were to head and pass through, she didn’t know how many minutes had passed since the coachman had left her here.
Folding her hands across her chest, she heard a bird far inside the forest to chirp loudly, its sound echoing on
one side of the forest. Though it wasn’t snowing right now, the snow on the ground was thick enough to let the temperature drop around it that Penny rubbed her hands against her arms.
The last time she had been out in the cold, it was when she had to bring back bread from the market. She was
twelve years old. Unfortunately, her mother had been kicked out of work and there was no money to run the
house. No food to feed and life had been dire for two months. She had sneaked into the market but the baker had caught her, wringing and twisting her arm until she had cried in pain.
She could still hear the voice of the people around who had caught her from stealing.
When she blew air out of her mouth, it brought a fog through her mouth that disappeared after a second.
She knew it was wrong to pick and steal things that didn’t belong to you but she had been hungry for straight
two days. Asking for work in another village while trying to look for food. In the end, she had gotten nothing to take back home and received slaps instead.
After all the trouble she had gone through for her mother, her mother had decided to repay her through death.
She didn’t understand what her mother wanted. Raising her and then sending her to her relative’s house, had she
turned to some kind of sacrificial being where she had been waiting for the right time? And why her? As the
thoughts continued to circle in her mind, Penny heard the sound of carriage arrive from the direction where he had come from.
She wondered if it was the coachman who had brought help. Taking a few steps away from the carriage, she
walked towards the path to stand aside and wait for the carriage to stop when it came near her. She was about to
smile and thank the person who had come to help when the smile dampened down by just looking at the person
who stepped out of the carriage. It was Mr. Reverale. He was one of the people who were in Penelope’s top dislike list.
Penny’s eyes quickly looked behind the man and on the carriage where it was only him and his coachman.
“Lady Penelope,” Mr. Reverale greeted her, he looked at the state of the carriage to ask, “What happened to your carriage?”
“The wheel broke,” she answered, her words short and crispt without wanting to fuel the conversation with him.
“It looks like it did,” Mr. Reverale walked around the carriage to have a look at it. Penny wasn’t sure how he was
here right now talking to her as she struggled to keep from glaring at him like the last time they had met at the Isle Valley. She had slapped him hard enough that had left her hand burning that day.
It appeared so that the vampire kind were shameless. She could ignore Damien’s shamelessness but not the
others. She heard the man say, “This might take more than a day to get fixed. Why don’t you come along with
me, I will drop you to the Quinn’s residence,” he offered her politely. But Penny couldn’t help but be suspicious
about his offer. She saw him bow his head at her, to say, “I hope you forgive me for what happened during our
last encounter. I didn’t realize what Damien meant. It wasn’t right of me to speak to you the way I did. My deepest apologies to you, milady.”
Penny stared at him. Her eyes looked carefully at the man wondering how sincere he was with his words.
“I only offer to help you and nothing more than that,” he added waiting for her to speak.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 304 – Broken wheel- Part 3
Penelope continued to stare at him, her unwillingness to take up his offer of help to take her to the Quinn’s
mansion. She refused to believe that the man had suddenly changed in such a short time. She had slapped him
on his cheek, in front of many people. That was bound to leave him cursing and waiting to take revenge on her unless he was an idiot.
At the same moment, she heard a lady’s voice coming from the carriage. A woman peeking out whom she had not noticed before,
“Mr. Reverale, is everything fine?” she asked, her neck craning out of the window to see the broken carriage and a lady who stood on the side of the road.
“Yes, I was asking this fair lady to come with us than stand here stranded until she receives help to fix the broken
wheel,” he turned around to give the woman a pleasant smile who gave him a nod. The lady looked at Penelope, though she had not conversed with her, she said,
“I think Mr. Reverale is right. You should come with us. We’ll be sure to drop you off at your residence.”
“My coachman went to look for help,” Penny looked in the direction they had come.
“Oh? I don’t think I saw anyone on our way here. Did you?” the lady asked Mr. Reverale.
“Not one that I could remember,” he answered back.
“Woods here isn’t safe right now. We have more than a spare room in here,” the lady gave a bright smile saying this.
Seeing that there was another person for the company, Penelope nodded her head, “Thank you,” she said
walking towards the carriage door. Though Mr. Reverale raised his hand for her to take so that she could get
inside the carriage, Penny behaved as if she didn’t notice it and stepped inside the carriage. Taking a seat next to the woman, she introduced herself.
“I am Penelope,” she greeted the lady.
“My name is Gianna Pretrarkis,” the woman introduced herself, “For how long have you been standing here by
yourself?” the lady asked her while Mr. Reverale got into the carriage to sit opposite to them.
“I am not sure. It must have been around ten minutes,” Penny guessed. With no watch to look at, Penny wasn’t sure how many minutes had gone by since the coachman left her.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone. My husband says it isn’t safe for anyone to walk in the woods or even be near
it. There have been recent cases of witch raise. They call it the uprising of the witches,” Lady Gianna explained,
“My husband works in the council,” she gave out the information if Penny wondered how she knew about it.
“But the witches have been in the woods for many years,” Penny pondered loudly to have the lady nod in agreement.
“That’s right but he says it is different this time. A lot of witches have been taking homes in villages and towns.
He also appealed for the council to take action for exorcising the town. I mean isn’t it safer to be prepared than
wait until they strike?” so it was her husband who had put in an appeal. She had heard this from Damien but from what she knew the appeal had not been accepted or had been rejected.
Curious she asked, “Will it be helpful?”
This time it was Mr. Reverale who joined in the conversation, “It will be more than helpful. All they will need is
some of the high standing white witches to use their magic and make sure that the black witch’s do not live
among the humans or any other creatures. It will also bring out potential white witches out of their hiding. There
was a name for the exorcism which spells upon a large area. One doesn’t need to go too far to reach every corner.”
“Mhmm,” Lady Gianna nodded.
Penny could tell that whatever this spell was if it was going to bring out witches from hiding it would mean she
would end up in the found list of witches which wasn’t something she was looking forward to. Was this why
Damien hadn’t shown any interest in the matter knowing that it would put her in trouble?
The lady continued to say, “Truthfully I don’t care if it is the white witches or the black witches. Both have an
equal share of blame to hold and fear which most of us are capable of once they take over. They should all be burnt.”
“They will all be burned, one day lady. It is what we all hope and wish for,” said Mr. Reverale in an assured tone.
Penny could imagine the hate and satisfaction of burning her if ever that time came which she now hoped it
wouldn’t. With what she had learned lately from the church, there were some witches who were kept in the
shadows so that they would be able to help people outside the church. Exposing with the exorcism by spreading
it out across the land could have been helpful but at the same time, many innocent witches would be brought
into light who would be burnt alive until death for no reason at all. The council wanted to help everyone and it wasn’t just in regards to humans or witches which Penny appreciated secretly.
“Oh, I once came across this witch when I was passing by the market. Her skin looked scaly. She looked utterly
hideous!” Lady Gianna was a human, a person who was very expressive as she moved her eyes and hands to express her which looked dramatic in Penny’s opinion.
With their journey that continued, Lady Gianna said, “I will get down right here. I will give a visit to a dear friend’s
home before going home,” this had Penny turning her head, she was leaving? “Lady Penelope, it was lovely to
have met you. Do visit my humble home when you find the time. Mr. Reverale,” she gave him a small smile and stepped out of the carriage when it was stopped.
Sending Penny and Mr. Reverale in the carriage.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 305 – Bye bye fingers- Part 1
Just a remainder: Robarte and Mr. Reverale are 2 different characters in this book.
Penny didn’t know how to react but sit stoically without speaking a word with Mr. Reverale. Though the man sat
there quietly as if minding his work, she couldn’t brush the awkwardness around her. Trying to ignore it, she looked outside the window until Quinn’s mansion finally started to come in view.
As the mansion approached closer and closer, the carriage was pulled towards the bridge and Penny couldn’t tell
how happy she was. Internally sighing to herself, her eyes finally shifted away from the window to look back inside to find the man who had been staring at her.
How long had he been staring at her? Even after her eyes met his eyes, the man refused to look away from
her.”Why do I feel you haven’t accepted my apology yet?” he asked her, his elbow resting on his leg while the
edge of his hand supported his chin. He gave her a smile that looked slightly threatening as if wanting her to know he was much superior to her. As a creature as well as in the term of status.
With the carriage that was nearing the mansion and heading towards the bridge, she gave him a tight smile, “I
needed was him trying to behave as if he were superior to her.
The last time the situation had been different. He had not only ridiculed her status but also had looked down
upon her, trying to be rude and crass with his words for her. She didn’t regret slapping him one bit and if the
opportunity presented itself, she would slap him again with the way he was looking at her right now/ But Penny knew her limits and sometimes it was better not to test it.
She would have to hold herself back for some time until she learned how to turn people into toads.
“Is that so?” she heard Mr. Reverale say, his red eyes looking at her face and not her eyes. She could feel it move
across from her cheeks to her lips and then to her neck. Men like him didn’t learn did they, thought Penny to
herself. His mouth twisted, as if he were remembering her hand slapping his face, “I must say your slap was very weak.”
Penny’s palm itched hearing this. Was he some kind of masochist who was asking to be slapped again?
Keeping a neutral face she said, “I will be sure to deliver the next one harder if the opportunity ever presented
again,” her nails dug into her palms, unable to resist the words from spilling out. The man took no offense but threw his head back to laugh at what she just said.
“You are a funny woman, Lady Penelope,” he stressed the word lady as he addressed her, “I think I now
understand why Damien kept you beside him. You are quite an amusing woman,” he said to her.
“I will take it as a compliment,” she smiled back at him.
“Oh, you should. I don’t give out compliments that easily,” his thumb moved up to move across the bottom of his
lips with his chin that had gone back to rest on his hand. The carriage slowly started to pull over, the coachman pulling the reins of the horses as they had reached Quinn’s mansion.
Penny who was closer to the door readied herself to step out when the coachman opened the door for them. But
Mr. Reverale had other plans. His hand was quick to move forward and block her from stepping out while the coachman waited for them to step out.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Mr. Reverale?” Penny questioned the man whilst keeping her tone polite as she stared at him.
“Actually, yes. I do,” with his other hand he waved his coachman away who went back to the front to stand near
the horses, “With you being a former slave, how about you come to my house? I will treat you better than a queen,” he gave her a suggestive look with his eyes roaming around her chest.
With one strong push on his hand, Penny hopped out of the carriage. Mr. Reverale instead of letting the matter
go who was entranced and l.u.s.tful for the human girl with green eyes followed her quickly on his heel.
He caught hold of her arm, spinning her to look at him, “I was not done talking to you,” he said with a slight irritation that he couldn’t hold the girl’s attention.
“Maybe not, but I am done talking to you. I appreciate the ride back home here. For your soul, I hope you leave
and not treat women as some kind of object. You would not only be doing a favor to the women around you but
also to yourself,” Penny’s words were something which excited the man instead of turning him off.
She pried his hand away from her arm by this time the butler had heard the sound of the carriage. Being the one
to always greet people as it was his job, he expected it to be Master Damien and Lady Penelope.
Stepping out of the mansion, he caught sight of Lady Penelope who was with another man, who had his hand on
her arm. Lady Penelope was cheating on master Damien?! Was the first thought that occurred in Durik’s mind.
On a closer look, it didn’t appear to be the case. Leaning closer and giving his ear he heard the man say,
“Tell me how many gold coins you need? I will give you more than a thousand gold coins,” saying that he stepped closer as if wanting to kiss her but Penny’s hand had already raised.
Penny had not been gentle and had slapped him with all force. Two of the maids who were in the garden witnessed this and stood stunned without any movement.
Mr. Reverale didn’t take her actions too kindly and in a second had his hand wrapped around her neck, choking
her. His eyes flared up, his fingers digging into her neck, “Do you think just because you are pretty your actions and words can be forgiven?”
The butler who was witnessing this quickly jumped from behind the large pillar, walking towards them, “Mister,
take your hands of the lady before I call Senior Quinn,” his words were firm as he spoke those words. Reverale released Penelope’s neck leaving her to cough.
Reverale didn’t look away from Penny, his eyes fixed on her, he said, “Think about what I said,” Penny could only
imagine that something was wrong upstairs in the man’s head. He then looked at the butler when the butler
opened his mouth to speak, saying, “Do you want to be sliced into pieces? I come from the family of Reverale’s for you to interrupt me while I am speaking.”
Once the man left in his carriage, the butler turned to look at the lady’s neck that had fingerprints. He could tell
that the day was not going to be smooth and soon hell was going to unleash on the land of Bonelake.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 306 – Bye bye fingers- Part 2
Penny rubbed her neck with her hands, feeling the man’s fingers around her which had tried to suffocate her. The
pain reducing within a few seconds just as the carriage was pulled away from Quinn’s mansion and out on its
way. She was right. Men like him didn’t change and it was hard to change in such a short duration of time.
And though the man had squeezed her neck, she had the satisfaction of slapping him harder than before. If he
were a human, it would have hurt more but with him being a vampire the scale weighed more on the shame of being slapped by a former slave than being slapped by a woman. Her hand clutched hard.
“Are you alright, Miss?” the butler asked, his face looking worriedly at her.
“I am alright. Thank you for before,” she thanked him.
“Let me get something cold so that you can apply it on your neck,” Durik offered. As much as he wanted to get
out and leave Quinn’s mansion so that he could work where there was no fire breathing down his neck, his sense of responsibility came in first to offer help to the lady.
“It’s okay. The pain should disappear in some time,” but the butler continued to look at her neck, “Are there
marks on the skin?” she asked, her voice coming out to be dull. Seeing the butler nod, her lips set itself into a thin line.
“Let’s go inside, milady,” Penny walked inside the mansion, the butler following closely behind her. Thankfully it
was the season of snow where ice could be found everywhere, “Please take a seat in the dining room. I will be back soon,” the butler spoke politely before asking, “Would you rather go to the room?” he asked.
Penelope was no lady who was used to being waited by a butler or a maid to do her work, “Could you get me a
bowl and a cloth,” she said looking at the butler. The butler was quick to go to the kitchen and come back with a
clean cloth as well as a bowl. She went back outside, going near the statues where the snow had acc.u.mulated to
more than three inches. She first spread the cloth on the bowl and then scooped the top layer of the ice to place in it. Placing enough ice, she folded the cloth and then placed it on her neck.
With the already cold atmosphere, Penny only shivered further when the cold wrapped ice made contact with her skin.
She could feel the light burn on her skin as she pressed the cold cloth on her skin, shifting the position every now
and then. Walking back inside the mansion where the butler stood waiting for her, he followed her again but the
timing was so perfect that the sound of the carriage could be heard which was approaching towards the mansion on the bridge.
Both the butler as well as Penelope had their heads turned towards the entrance of the mansion. The butler’s
hands going cold as the carriage came to stop right in the front. Damien stepped out of the carriage, walking in
to see the butler’s face that had turned pale. Ignoring the butler, his eyes then fell on Penelope but before his eyes could meet hers, there was something else that caught his attention.
The dark red marks on her neck which looked like fingers being imprinted where someone had squeezed her
neck with a lot of strength. Not asking a word, he started to walk towards her. Every single step of his daunting
and heavy on the marble floor. His eyes turned darker looking at the skin that had been scr.a.p.ed leaving thin red angry lines on her now.
Catching hold of her chin, he moved it to the right so that he could take a better look at her neck. When his sister
Grace had dragged Penny a few weeks ago to the Isle Valley, treating her like her own pet he had broken her
fangs in retaliation for what she did. He would have done worse if she wasn’t hanging by the thin luck of being part of Quinn’s family.
She had been fine when he had left her at Yuvaine’s house. Did something happen there? Anger coursed through
his skin, his eyes beginning to flicker to black and red. The rationality that was present in his mind was slipping away into darkness and he felt nothing but anger.
Damien asked her, “Who touched you?” his eyes brooding down at her and waiting for her to answer so that he
could find the sc.u.m who did this to her. Penelope who had been holding the cloth of ice dropped her hand
down to her side when she noticed his eyes. His emotions were taking over and so was the corruption. When she didn’t answer his question, his voice thundered in the hallways, “WHO?”
The butler who was standing not too far away flinched due to the octave with which Master Damien spoke. Hell
had been unleashed and now the master was only waiting to kill the person who had squeezed the lady’s neck.
Even the maids who were far away from them didn’t bother to come and look at what happened as they sensed
that Master Damien was furious right now. Nobody wanted to face the wrath of the pureblooded vampire. It
didn’t stop the family members from stepping out of their room to see what happened.
Before Penny could answer, the butler decided to give the answer to his master so that he wouldn’t be agitated
further. It was told to never test the patience of an angry man. With a shaky voice, the butler said,
“Sir, it was Mr. Reverale,” Damien’s face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.
Without missing a heartbeat, Damien ordered, “Bring the man here.”
“N-now?” stuttered the butler.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 307 – Bye bye fingers- Part 3
Damien who hadn’t broken his eye contact with the Penelope in front of him turned to look at the butler. His
eyes looking seemingly dark. The butler quickly bowed his head. Eyes on the floor and then slowly looking at his
master, “Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?” Damien asked calmly tilting his head.
The butler didn’t need to be told twice. He ran out of the room leaving everyone behind. Halfway out of the door,
the butler realized he didn’t know where Mr. Reverale lived. Out of sight, his feet paused and he contemplated
what to do. To go back and get the address to be killed? Making his way to the shed where another carriage was stationed, he said to the coachman,
“Take me to Mr. Reverale’s mansion,” internally he hoped the man knew where the vampire lived. Seeing the
coachman step on to the front of the seat, the coachman let out a relieved sigh and stepped on to sit next to the coachman.
The butler came back after twenty minutes, his heart beating loudly in his chest. Stepping away from Mr. Reverale who was walking behind him.
Penelope stood near the wall with her back against it when she noticed the man enter into her vision and make his way towards Damien.
“Damien, are we having a late tea party?” Mr. Reverale came to greet, his eyes falling on Penelope who was a few
steps behind Damien. With the amount of cheerfulness the man spoke to Damien, Damien himself stood with a blank expression. His eyes turned to catch a knife that was stuck to the apple on the table.
Without sparing a second, he picked it when Mr. Reverale came to exchange a handshake with him. Grasping the
hand, he slammed it against the table. In one swift movement as if he were going to chop the onions, Damien chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him scream and curse in pain,
“AHH! WHAT THE F.U.C.K IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
Blood spurted out on the table and around it as the man continued to scream. The onlookers stared at the ongoing scene quietly without uttering a word.
Damien pulled out the kerchief which was on Mr. Reverale’s chest pocket, using it to clean the bloody knife. As he started to clean the knife, he said,
“I don’t think you understood last time to not step out of the line. You should know better than anyone that no
one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her,” Damien sighed, throwing the bloody kerchief on the floor.
Mr. Reverale fell on his knees, clutching the wrist of his hand that Damien had chopped without little to no remorse. Not bothering to look at the man who was on the ground, growling at him in pain.
Penelope saw the blood splutter out. Falling drop after drop without stopping. Her eyes looked calm and
composed because she didn’t mind Mr. Reverale’s fingers being chopped away from his body. The man was
disgusting and he deserved it. Not once but twice the warning had been sent out to drop and forget about it. Yet,
he had not listened to a word she had spoken. His gaze had been clear since the very first time he had laid his eyes on Penny. The eyes that l.u.s.ted after her and had intentions to bed her.
“I d-didn’t do anything for you to cut my fingers!” Mr. Reverale spoke with great difficulty.
Damien looked down at the man, crouching down he asked, “You didn’t?”
“No!” Mr. Reverale spoke through his gritted teeth. Holding his hand close to his chest, his good hand reached
for the kerchief that was thrown on the ground to stop the blood from being lost. On the ground was not only the kerchief and blood but also his scattered fingers.
“My bad,” Damien looked at his hand, receiving a baffled look from Reverale. Just as Reverale went back to pick
the kerchief from the ground, Damien stood up and stepped right on it, the crushing sound of the bone falling
on everyone’s ears, “You should be careful with your lies, Reverale. Did you forget it is me who you are speaking to?” the other man leaned forward with the pain of his bones being broken.
Penny looked at Damien and then the man.
Mr. Reverale appeared to be in pure agony, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. One hand with four
missing fingers and another hand where Damien had stepped on it. Her eyes moved up to look at Damien, his
eyes had turned completely black. It was possible that people would mistake it to be that his eyes had turned
darker because of anger and the gloomy weather which had less light to shed through the windows. How strong
was Damien that all he had to do was press his shoe on the man’s hand which had broken the bones in his hands?
“You,” Damien said looking at the butler who looked deader than a dead body. Hearing Damien’s words he quickly stood in attention, “Have him sent back to his mansion.”
When the man stood up, taking a couple of steps towards the entrance of the mansion, he stopped. Clutching
both his hands close to him, he turned, “What you did is not right, Damien. I will get back at you for this,” Damien smiled hearing this.
“Go ahead. This time it was just your hands, next I will have your legs broken were you will need to crawl. If that is
what you seek,” his eyes were still black which none of them had picked upon. Reverale then sent a threatening
glare to Penny who had been standing there quietly, “Leave,” with that the butler saw the man out making sure he got into the carriage with his bloody hands.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 308 – With you- Part 1
The other members of the family didn’t know what had transpired except for the fingers being cut by Damien as
they were unaware, unlike the butler who had witnessed the scene where the other man had squeezed Lady Penelope’s neck.
Without having any mood to exchange words with anyone, Damien took hold of Penny’s hand and dragged her
up to his room. Making her sit on the bed, he pulled the chair which was near the desk, making it face her.
In Penny’s mind, she could still hear the booming voice of Damien which he had used earlier in the hall while
questioning her. In a blink of an eye, Damien disappeared and appeared in front of her, holding snow in his hand.
Picking out his clean kerchief from his pocket, he placed the ice and sat down on the chair in front of her.
“Hold this,” he said, giving the snowpack to her. With both his hands, he raised her face up so that he could look
at the wounds. A serious expression marring his face as he stared at her neck. His eyes moved across her skin to see the handprint which had turned darker by the time and would only turn darker.
His fingers traced her neck, the sharp red lines that ran on both the sides which made her flinch when his thumb ran on it.
“Don’t do that,” she said looking up at the ceiling of the room as he had raised her chin up.
“Apologies,” he responded back, leaning closer, he placed a warm kiss on the lines that had formed. His lips
pressing on her skin, “The scr.a.p.e like lines should be gone by tomorrow,” he said pulling back. The finger marks would take three to four days to disappear.
Taking the snowpack from her, he placed it on her neck, “What happened?” asked Damien after he was done chopping the man’s fingers which brought a small smile on her lips, “What’s funny?”
She shook her head, “You cut a man’s fingers without knowing what happened. What if I was wrong?” she questioned him.
“I would still have cut the person’s fingers for laying a finger on you,” he answered her. With the constant mischievous smile that was lacking on his lips, Penny could see he was in a bad mood.
“I am okay,” she said for him to look up from her neck to her eyes. His eyes were still black in color.
“I know. You will be fine around me. I won’t let anything happen to you,” his words warmed her heart. Who would
have thought he had that kind of ability. It stirred something deep within her heart, making her eyes moist, “Is it
hurting?” he asked, stopping his hand from pressing the pack of ice on her neck.
She took a deep breath before releasing it, leaning forward this time she kissed him on his lips, pulling away she
smiled. She could see his expression hadn’t returned back to the usual one, “Can I ask you something?”
Seeing him not respond she continued to ask either way while his eyes looked at her curiously, “Do you…do you
love me?” Penny didn’t break her gaze away from him. She didn’t know why the question popped into her mind
suddenly but she wanted to know. For someone who didn’t care to see what happened and blindly support and protect her, Penny looked at him waiting for him to reply to her question.
“What if I said I did?” he asked her. Another question on a question, he then said, “I thought I already gave the answer to it a long time ago,” he did? Penny’s eyes moved to look into his eyes left and right.
Her heart shuddered, his words sinking into her mind. Of course.
He loved her and that is why he did things that he did, not because Damien Quinn enjoyed fingers. He did enjoy it but there was always more to his actions always.
For someone like her, and the background she came from where she had no family. No one to love and protect
her, this man had unspokenly vowed to look after her. Caring for her like now as he went back to pressing the ice pack on her skin. Her heart moved over his actions.
Damien was brash with his actions and words, rude and pompous, a narcist vampire who could be overbearing.
But at the same time somewhere deep down during the rare occasions, he was gentle with her. It made her
wonder if he knew about it, and these moments usually came when his eyes turned black. Though he didn’t show
it, the man had a deeper understanding of his surroundings than others. A pureblooded vampire who knew how to make rabbit apples to eat.
“Don’t get used to this,” she heard him say suddenly.
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“I can feel where your mind is wandering. I wish to bite you right now but it would be rude to do that,” he said with a frown. Penny laughed hearing this.
“Since when did Master Damien consider things to be rude?” she asked him with a smile.
“Since the master fell in love and found his woman to be hurt. Is it that surprising?” he questioned her.
“Do you want to get used to that? Me dotting on you?”
“Don’t you do that enough,” which was true, thought Penny to herself. He didn’t hold back his affections for her. Kissing her in public or teasing her.
Damien switched the pack to be placed on the other side, working on cooling her skin, “What brought upon this
incident? Did he follow you here?” he asked her, “I need to know if what I did was less to what he did to you.”
“The carriage wheel broke on my way here and he happened to pass by with another lady. The exchange of
words didn’t go well,” she concluded what happened, “Do you think you will fall into trouble for what you did?”
“Don’t worry about him. I have cut hundreds of fingers so far. And it isn’t like I do it for amus.e.m.e.nt,” seeing Penny stare at him, he corrected the sentence, “Not most of the time at least,” a smile finally falling on his lips.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 309 – With you- Part 2
the wind outside the mansion whispered against the closed windows and doors, Penny sat on the bed, getting
attended by Damien who finally placed the pack of snow down on the dressing table. Staring at her neck with a pensive expression.
“Are you okay?” Penny asked him, his eyes had yet to turn back to its usual color which was still black right now. It was the longest time she had seen him carry the corruption for this long duration of time.
“Yes. How about yourself?”
“I am okay,” she whispered, looking deep into his eyes and then saying, “You should go change yourself,” Penny
didn’t know where he had been to as he had left the birthday party without many words but a kiss on her cheek.
“Hmm, I should. Come with me,” he offered her his hand. Penny had forgotten that she hadn’t changed her
clothes as well as she had arrived at the mansion to only have her neck squeezed and witness the fingers being
chopped. She gulped hearing his suggestion. Damien didn’t stop there and he said, “You will need a warm bath
with his grubby hands on you. Join me,” he waited for her patiently but his eyes told otherwise compared to his calm voice that was a sea of calmness before the storm would fall upon it.
His dark soulful eyes stared at her.
Penny placed her hand in his. Getting up from the bed to follow him into the bathroom, her feet padded softly on the ground.
Once they entered the bathroom, Damien let go of her hand. Walking towards the tub to plug the little knob into the hole of the bottom of the tub. Turning the faucet, he touched the water that started to run down and fill up the bathtub. Walking to one of the cabinets, he pulled out a box to pour something dry and brown into the tub. As the water level raised in the tub, something like bubbles started to appear which was the doing of what Damien had just poured into the tub.
Penny could feel herself turning nervous by the second, the water continuously pouring down as it turned the
room warm because of the heat present in the water. She saw Damien unbutton the first few top buttons of his shirt. Reaching for his back, he pulled out the shirt in a swift movement.
She let her toes curl which drew closer to her when she saw his bareback. Her heart beginning to beat against her chest.
“I don’t mind if you are planning to step into the bath with your clothes on,” Damien commented looking over his shoulder where Penny stood still and hadn’t moved a finger. That wasn’t the considerate Damien but the sarcastic Damien.
Her hands made way to her own buttons at the front and sides. Her hands shaking softly out of nervousness and
the cold weather. The temperature was a mix of cold and hot. It wasn’t that Damien hadn’t seen her n.a.k.e.d
before. The pureblooded vampire had not missed an opportunity to move in and out of the bath when she used
to bathe which was why during the initial time of her being here, she had changed the timings on when to take a bath.
For a moment she stopped, her thoughts turning fuzzy and warm where she was sure she was going to faint with
her nervousness. She hadn’t felt this way even when Mr. Reverale had squeezed her neck to suffocate her. She
tried to calm and soothe her errant nerves but it didn’t help before she started to draw out why it was okay or not okay.
Damien who had pulled down his trousers until he stood stark n.a.k.e.d turned towards her where her hands were
moving in a snail’s pace. With three long steps, he reached her, “You still have time if you want to walk out,” he said grabbing her attention where she stared into his eyes.
“You wanted me to come,” on Penny’s words Damien’s lips twisted but he hid the grin.
“Is that why you agreed?” he c.o.c.ked his head in question. Wondering what she would come up with. He could
see that the wind around her had changed. Penelope who had always put up a guard now had lowered it and it
wasn’t out of unconsciousness. Lately, he had been noticing how her eyes would often follow him everywhere
around the room. When he would catch her looking at him, the eyes that had started to flicker somewhere between needy and l.u.s.tful she would look away like he hadn’t caught her at all.
Penny, on the other hand, felt embarrassed. It wasn’t every day she stripped her clothes ready to get inside the tub with a man.
“I want you to be here but what about you, Penelope?” he challenged her, pushing her to a corner, “Are you willing to take a step forward from where you are?”
She herself could hear her own breath that had turned slightly shallower with her chest heaving. She had
followed him like it was something natural but right now she was nervous. She liked him and he liked her. Their
feelings were mutual. If it was another man maybe it would have been much easier but Damien had the habit of
being intimidating at times like this. His feral like eyes watching every move she made- be it the blink of her eye or the way she breathed.
Suddenly she felt his hand on her head. Patting her, “You should step outside. Come back when you are ready,”
he offered her comforting smile which tugged the strings of her heart. Something swirling at the pit of her
stomach. When he was ready to turn around, the thoughts in her head were running so quickly that she placed a hand on his arm to stop him from walking away from where he stood.
Damien gave her a look wondering if she had something to say, “My fingers are slow,” said Penny gulping and pushing away the nervousness away from her.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 310 – With you- Part 3
She had been tiptoeing around for awhile with how she felt being around Damien before she came to realize her growing feelings for him.
He had done a lot of things for her. A roof over her head, food that she wouldn’t have eaten if she hadn’t met
him. A place where people accepted for who she was and so did he but that wasn’t all. Damien Quinn was an
attractive man and it seemed like he had the right to be a narcissist. Her eyes had been following him for far too
long with every passing day where she would sneakily look at him before looking away and behaving as if she
had other things to do. There were times where his presence near her would fill up her chest and she had never felt something like that before. Her toes curling while she thought about it.
“I can wait,” Damien responded back to her words, “Or…I can help you with it,” he offered her the help if she needed it.
“Umm, I can do it,” she answered him.
“Take your time,” said Damien, turning and walking towards the tub. And as he did walk, Penny could see his
back. His muscles were tight and firm. His legs looked toned and so did his broad back or his..her eyes trailed
down and she let out a breathy sigh which came out to be inaudible. Every move of his muscle as he walked were defined, his broad back bringing the heat back to her core.
He stepped into the tub and sat down without looking at her now. The faucet of the tap had been turned a few
moments ago after it was half-filled leaving the room to be quiet. The wind and the crackling of the fire was the
only thing that filled her ears right now. Continuing to unbutton her dress she finally let the dress fall down to form a pool around her feet.
The air that was previously warm had turned cold now that she had no clothes on her body. Her body was bare
with her hands that covered her front. Pulling out the clip around her hair, she retied it for her hair to be tied
messily now. Some of her blonde hair falling down the side of her face and at the back which she hadn’t grasped
into the bun. Stepping out and away from the pool of dress, she pushed it away to a corner. Too shy right now to bend and pick it up.
Damien hadn’t turned to look at her but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of what she was doing and Penny knew that.
Walking on the cold floor, she made her way towards the bathtub where Damien was already in and had seated himself comfortably. When she came near the tub, Damien turned to her,
“Sit this way. Your back facing me,” he said, giving his hand for her to grasp so that she could step inside the tub.
She first placed one leg into the warm tub which felt good because of the cold temperature around them. Putting
another leg in it, she let her body dip down in the frothy like bubbled water which had filled up the bathtub.
Penny was extremely careful as she sat down. Her body leaving a decent gap between him and her. With her face
that was facing the wall, she let herself further sink into the water, loving the feel of the temperature on her skin.
Suddenly, Damien curled his hand around her waist and pulled her back placed against him snuggly. With the
sudden movement, her hands slipped away from the edges of the bathtub and found his legs that were
positioned on either side of her. She could feel his hard muscles under the palms of her hand. Holding it so that
she wouldn’t slip down further into the tub right now. But with his hand around her waist which he didn’t let go
of, she felt him bite on her shoulder. Nibbling and biting testingly as the pain increased and decreased. Bolts like thunder passing down to the tips of her fingers and toes.
“You didn’t have your lunch. We should ask the butler to get something for you,” Penny said trying to distract the embarrassment of her n.a.k.e.d body against his own n.a.k.e.d body.
“I would like to have you if you allow me,” Damien bit into her shoulder harder making her cry out before he sucked on the skin. With his tongue he licked it.
“What are you doing now then? Biting me,” her voice came out to be breathy, feeling his coarse tongue on her skin which lapped on her shoulder.
“This is me tasting you. Would you like me to eat you?” he asked her, his nose trailing up to the back of her ear
and he kissed her there. Peppering down kisses, his hand that was around her waist slowly sliding away to hold
on to her waist. Massaging and kneading her with his hands under the water as he continued to kiss on her neck.
Penny who sat close to Damien could feel him against her. His member that sat close to her bottom and she blushed profusely.
“What?” she asked with her mind that was turning mushy where she failed to get her thoughts right.
“Eat you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear which sent a jolt of electricity down her body.
“Please don’t eat me,” she replied back to have him chuckle against her skin where he continued to kiss her.
As Damien continued to distract her with his kisses and words, his hand started to move up from her waist which
Penny could faintly grasp. The gentle hands moving higher hand higher until his hands brushed against her
b.r.e.a.s.ts bringing a gasp out of her lips. Too shy with the simple brush of his fingers, she tried to move away,
moving front but Damien cupped one of her b.r.e.a.s.ts to push her back against him..