Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 311 – With you- Part 4
Where are you going, mouse?” he asked with her heart thundering against her chest.
Unable to process the words right, she blurted, “I think I am done with my bath.”
He tched hearing this, the sound coming out to be playful, “What are you talking about. You only stepped into
the bath now. I still have to wash you. Breath mouse. I don’t want you fainting on me,” he said to her noticing
how red she had turned, “You wouldn’t want to tell this to your children or grandchildren now on how you fainted in the tub after I barely touched you,” he teased her.
T-this was barely touching?
She could feel his hand covering her b.r.e.a.s.t, holding it that had air knocking out of her body. His fingers moved, teasing her as they played with her b.r.e.a.s.t.
“Relax, Penny. Don’t doubt or question right now. That’s right,” he praised her when her shoulders dropped
down. Damien being the sneaky man he was, reached the plug of the tub which was blocking the water from
draining out. Pulling it such that the water subtly started to drain out and the level of the water in the tub started to lower down.
Bringing another hand, he held her other bare b.r.e.a.s.t. Giving it equal attention it deserved, weighing and
palming them in his hands. When Penny turned towards him, Damien leaned forward and captured her lips.
Running his tongue over the seam of her lips had her lips open up for him. Penelope herself couldn’t contain the
swirling need of emotions that had come to settle at the pit of her stomach, her tongue reaching to meet his as they kissed in the tub.
The level of water had fallen down until her waist and his feet talentedly pushed the plug back which was only half open previously.
Feeling the cold air touch her skin, Penny tried to quickly hide where the water had previously been, she tried to hide her b.r.e.a.s.ts which were held firmly by Damien’s hands.
“Aah!” came out the muffled cry from Penny with a splash of red spilling on her face to cover her entire body
when his fingers pinched her n.i.p.p.l.e. She could feel something building up in between her legs. Her breath coming out uneven as her body started to heat up.
He sucked on her lips, his eyes holding her captive when his head pulled back. His hands had not moved away
from her b.r.e.a.s.ts and he continued to massage them. Running his fingers around the pink areole round and
round her b.r.e.a.s.t, teasing her knowing well what his touch was doing to her. He thought he wouldn’t have
been able to control himself, especially with the corruption that had surfaced up but right now he was enjoying teasing her to the fullest.
Damien could feel every hitch in her throat with every brush of his hand on her body. Her sighs were enough to
have himself go hard. The next time he pinched the rounded beads on her mound she arched her back with a small cry coming out of her lips. Her hands holding on both sides of his thighs for support.
Penny couldn’t stop the sighs and cries that erupted from her lips with his hands on her body. Her mind was
going fuzzy, the feeling in the pit of her stomach only growing as he played with her. She was embarrassed not
because he was doing this to her but because she didn’t have the mind and heart to tell him to stop. Not a word
of protest on her lips as his touch brought both pain and pleasure. It was hard to know what he was thinking, especially with the way he was being quiet and working on her body.
She didn’t know what was happening but with his continuous kisses on her skin, she could feel something
peeking up, her breath turning out shallower by every second and her back arching as he flicked his fingers over her n.i.p.p.l.es.
When she realized her fingers digging into his thighs, she let go of it suddenly to hear him say, “It’s alright,”
letting go of one of her b.r.e.a.s.ts, his hands moved down to her stomach. Gliding down the sides of her body
which moved to her leg and towards her inner thigh. Out of reflex, she tried to bring her legs close and look at him anxiously.
“No?” he asked her, his voice teasing her to kiss the top of her nose making her blink back at him, “Let’s continue
it some other time, the water had turned cold,” Penny quickly poured herself withe five mugs of water before leaving Damien in the bath as he had decided to stay back while letting her go.
After Penelope had stepped out of the bath, Damien had turned on the faucet of the tap again. Unable to hold
himself back any longer he had so far as gone to tease and touch her but he didn’t want to go further with her
yet. He wanted to take his time in teasing and torturing her. After all, what was the rush when they had an eternity to spend with each other.
With Penny not in the same room as she went to dry herself and wear the clothes, Damien who was standing
touched his manhood that had been hard for quite some while now. He had held back, wanting to open the
doors of pleasure to her. He would have enjoyed teasing and testing her limits but today was not the day.
Holding his hardened member, he moved his hand back and forth whilst remembering the way Penny felt under
his hands as he touched her today. Her sighs and gasps that had erupted e.r.o.t.i.cally through her lips continued
to stir his own body. His head fell back as the movement of his hands turned faster and his breathing turning
heavier until he finally let go of himself, his breath coming out harsh as his eyes which had been closed previously opened this time to reveal back his dark red eyes.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 312 – Next to you- Part 1
With Damien who had been so touchy-feely in the bathtub, Penny was sure she would have passed out once her
head would hit the pillow but nothing like that happened. Instead, she was wide awake. The scene and feelings that had surfaced erupted through the tips of her fingers and sizzling her skin.
Her cheeks were bright red but with the shadow of the fireplace that fell upon the room, hid the splash of
embarrassment. She pulled the blanket closer to her. Bringing it up to her nose as her eyes blinked, looking at
the top of the ceiling of the bed where Damien now sat with a couple of parchments in his hands. His back
leaning against the headboard with his glasses settled on the top of his nose. His unruly black hair was as messy
as ever, not bothered to comb it he had left it as it was. His eyes cast down on the written papers which he now read.
Was she the only feeling the turmoil running up and down her body? Thought Penny to herself. He looked utterly
calm, his body relaxed while her body felt as if it was lit on fire and she was burning. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts especially felt
sensitive right now. When she closed her eyes, she remembered what had transpired between them in the
bathtub. His hands aroused her with every breath of hers that only moved up higher and higher until she was scared to fall back down.
How embarrassing, thought Penny to herself yet it felt good. His hands-on her body felt as if she were drifting to
someplace where paradise existed. Yet at the same time, it was embarrassing that she wouldn’t admit it to him.
She peeked back to look at him, her jade green eyes staring at him through his reflection in his mirror. She moved to lay down on the side of her body. Her eyes peering up at him for him to ask,
“Aren’t you sleepy?” he turned his head to look at her where she looked nothing less than a mouse hidden in the mouse hole that was trying to peek out to look at the cat that sat outside.
“What are you reading?” she asked him instead.
“Some of the reports that have been sent to me for verification and also some so that I can read on the recent
matters that have been taking place in the four lands,” hearing Damien say this, Penny looked up at him with
interest. Seeing the interest lingering in her eyes, he continued to humor her with what he knew. It was also time
that she understood and was aware of the few things that took place behind the public eye, “There have been
recent spotting of the black witches who tried to turn an entire village to a bunch of half-black witches.”
“Is that possible?” Penny asked, frowning as she thought about it.
“If humans can turn to half-vampires by a bite, it shouldn’t be that hard for them to mutate and turn to another creature.”
“But black witches don’t have the venom to trigger transition for the humans,” after having spent a decent
amount of time in the dungeons of the church, she had come to learn some things about the white witches and
the black witches. She knew that witches couldn’t turn any of the humans to their own kinds, even though they
could turn them into anything else like an object or to an animal but not for too long unless the witch was really
powerful where there was a time limit until the human turned back to his original form.
“They don’t but we do,” answered Damien, bringing his hand forward to mark something in the parchment, “The
black witches pulled out the venom from a possible pureblooded vampire and created the potion which could
turn the humans to their kind. Though it wasn’t a successful experiment. One of the council team caught the
happenings,” Damien already knew something was going on when he heard of the element Euphorine being sold in bulk in the black market but he still had his suspicion on over the event.
It was true that someone had bought the euphorine but at the same time, it was hardly believable that the very
same tubes were used by the black witches. Euphorine, when kept out for long, didn’t have the same power and
instead lost its essence. The same bottles which were sold secretly in the black market were usually the cause
when a human tried to inject themselves with it, which lead to an instant malfunction in the body which ended up with corrupted hearts or deranged vampires who were the same as the corrupted vampires.
For a switcher to end up in the council, it would be hard to not believe that someone from the inside had helped the creature to get inside.
“Were all the humans infected with it?” Penny could only hope it wasn’t true until she saw Damien nod his head.
“Every single one of them. There were some black witches in there too who were killed with the rest of the turned
humans,” he then added, “It is the not first time for a witch to have a mass murder caused by them or because of them. They are notorious in that matter.”
“That isn’t good,” her voice was low but Damien could hear it well enough.
“Nothing is ever good when it comes to the witches. Not you but even the white witches cause us a good
amount of trouble. Some of them go far beyond repair, causing harm to every possible around them before they
even turn completely to a black witch. It is why humans fear witches in general. It doesn’t matter if they are white
or black witches. The black witches are more open to causing destruction while when it comes to the white
witches, their transformation takes place slowly without anyone’s notice until you catch them in the act that they are not supposed to do.”
“Is that why the council has the white witches registered and monitored?”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 313 – Next to you- Part 2
Right. The council’s goal, in the end, is to provide a harmonized environment so that they can keep the people safe. Humans being their top priority. That is what they say…” he replied back to her query.
Penny knew why the council did it and so did Damien but he didn’t go to clarify his words further. It was obvious
why human safety was prioritized. They were the very food source for the vampire kind. And to the witches, the
humans were the energy source that interlinked with nature itself. The humans were very similar to insects who
went to pollinate one flower to another, similarly, the humans were a trigger for a series of events who helped in maintaining the balance.
“The village has been wiped out clean right now, the witches dead,” Damien said thinking back at the news he received on it directly from councilman Lionel.
His thoughts went back again on the pureblooded vampire who had bought the Euphorine. He wondered if there
was a possibility that the man who came to the market and the man who let the person inside the council was the same person.
Penny had slowly drifted to sleep after some time, leaving Damien back with his parchments which he continued
to read and mark. Making sure there was no redundancy of suspicion that he could find. It wasn’t uncommon for councilmen to try to cheat their way out by tampering with evidence.
Most of the time, people joined the council for certain reasons. One was the need to be part of the system. To be
able to do good for the people. Two, so that they could attain the power that was given to a councilman. This
allowed in manipulating information and other details a person wanted who was involved in unlawful activities.
Pulling his glasses off his face, he placed it on the side desk, on top of the parchment papers. Blowing the candles
that were next to him, he slid down to the bed where Penny was fast asleep. Her head rested on the pillow, her
cheek on the smooth satin surface as she breathed softly in and out. The sound of her heart and breathing felt calm. A gentle wave breezed through his chest which gave a sense of tranquility.
He laid the side of his head on the pillow, looking at her without touching her in the intention so that he wouldn’t
wake her as she had only fallen asleep. Her bare neck held the marks of the man’s hand. The color coming out to be dull and dark on her pale skin.
It made Damien wonder if she was doing alright. He had shifted her mood in the bathroom, her emotions of
worry and anxiousness that had turned to l.u.s.t which continued until she fell asleep. All he wanted was for her to be safe. Safe near him but it seemed like unwanted pests were trying to cling to her.
He knew Reverale would cry and whine for what happened here today but he didn’t care about it. Damien had
warned him but the thick-skinned man had a hard time grasping it. Right now Penelope was vulnerable. As tough
as she acted with him or another stranger the truth was that she had to be careful. One enemy was enough to bring the truth of her being a white witch that would put her on the map.
The reason why he didn’t want to do it was that he knew what happened to his aunt. Alexander’s mother. She
was a white witch, a clean white witch who was loved by people yet she had been killed by the very same people. It was obvious that someone had instigated the villagers.
It could be the council people but it could also be the villagers themselves who had planned which he doubted
was the truth. Though his uncle and aunt had been married for decades, his cousin was conceived only later on where Alexander spent only a few years with his mother and father.
His doubts fell upon Creed, he was the only man in the council who wore an eye patch, it was possible that his
doubt could be wrong but the intuition that he had acquired from his mother pointed the needle of the compass
to him right now. The man belonged to a pureblooded vampire family. Not of high standing like the Quinn’s but
decent enough to mingle with the high society. He had earned a good name during his time in the council. He now was one of the high standing councilmen community which fell below the head council.
Damien went to look back at Penny who softly snored right now. Her shoulder moving with every breath she took in and exhaled out.
Penelope was a fine looking woman, finer than the wine itself which made people turn to look at her. Be it a
woman or a man, attracting both the gender’s attention. He wondered if it was because she was a white witch
that made her appear so alluring that made one want to hold her in their arms. As long as he was here with her, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. If they did, they would have to face his wrath
He didn’t need words of confirmation from her. Already knowing how she felt for him, he was okay with that. It was the acknowledgment that mattered and he had received the acknowledgment from her.
She was right in front of him, sleeping with her eyes closed yet he felt like he missed her. His chest felt full just by
the thought of her, touching her was euphoric, her reactions sweet but she didn’t shy away. He had taken her to the peak to only let her stay there and send her to wear her clothes.
Oh, his sweet mouse.
With her sleeping next to him, he closed his eyes whilst his ears picked on the little sounds of the room.
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Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 314 – The lies- Part 1
The girl walked through the forest path, her bare feet pricking with the little stones and sticks that came to fall in
her path. Barely at the age of twelve, her green eyes looking through the forest, she heard the birds in her path chirp, speaking to each other where she didn’t understand.
She continued to walk back to her home. Her hands could barely hold all the logs of wood in her hand and she
had to be careful. The clouds of the Bonelake appeared to hover up in the sky, dark and brooding.
Entering the village which had been for years that she could remember, she made her way back towards her
house. Her eyes and head looked down without meeting anyone’s eyes as she passed houses and alleys. She had
to walk and cross two more paths of houses when some from behind pushed her. The logs that she had been
carrying carefully scattered in front of her on the ground and in the process she felt down. Her hands scraping the ground where she felt the burn.
She gulped. She had been quiet this time, without causing any trouble of talking to people who belonged to this
village. Her eyes darted left and right, slowly reaching out to take hold of the woods in her hands when the
person who had pushed her before pushed her again for her head to almost hit the surface of the ground.
“Where do you think you are going, taking the woods from our forest?” It was a man who was in his early
twenties who stood behind her with his hands in his pocket and a thin piece of wood in his mouth which he shifted back and forth, biting on to it.
“I don’t think she understood the last time we gave her a lesson,” another young man spoke who stood next to him. His face holding a light dusted amount of scruff around his jaw.
The girl turned around to look at the men who stood tall behind her. Towering over her, waiting for her to carry
the logs of wood so that they could only push her all over again and laugh at her. The little girl remembered the last time she felt the pain in her body.
Were they going to hurt her again? She didn’t know why the two people wanted to hurt her when she had done nothing wrong.
“What? Did you lose the ability to speak?”
“It would do us good if that happened,” said the first one that had both of them laugh over it.
“The woods are from the other forest,” she answered them for one of the men to stop smiling.
“That’s right. Don’t ever think of cutting the trees around here. It doesn’t look like she has any dead animals with
her,” said the same man and both of the a.d.u.l.ts walked away from her after enjoying the little scare they gave the little girl.
She started to pick up the logs of scattered wood, one after another in her small arms as people walked past her
without stopping by to her or ask if she was alright. She was an outcast to them. Just as she continued to pick the
last two blocks of wood which would help in heating the house in this cold weather, she caught sight of a young girl of her own age looking at her.
With both the young girls’ eyes meeting, young Penny smiled at the girl. A smile that was filled with innocence
but the smile was never returned. The other girl hid behind her mother where her mother glared at Penny. The
woman’s eyes hateful as she looked at her before she said something to her daughter that had the other girl turn her head away and look elsewhere.
Penny felt the little prick in her heart. People ignoring her so blatantly, hurting her with hurtful words and not
treating her like others hurt more than the thorns she stepped on to. She didn’t understand why people treated
her the way they did, never talking to her, not looking at her. Once she had picked all of them, she headed back to her home.
Her mother appeared to be cooking something in the pot as she stepped inside the little house of theirs. The girl
wanting to peek and see what her mother was cooking for the coming meal placed the woods on the ground in the corner.
Walking towards her mother, she stepped closer when her mother suddenly gasped as if she weren’t expecting her to come home so soon.
“What are you doing here?” the woman asked before putting a lid on top of the vessel which had a black liquid boiling in it. The little girl who caught it along with the pungent smell, she frowned.
Her eyes looking up at her mother when the woman blocked her view from what was boiling behind her, “I brought the wood,” the girl spoke cheerfully, “What are you cooking, mama?” she asked her mother.
“Nothing, go get the water. We are running out of water,” the woman attempted to shoo the girl away but the curious girl continued to hover around wanting to see what her mother was cooking that had turned bad. Maybe it only smelt bad but was actually good in the mouth, thought the young girl to herself.
“But I am hungry,” she said with knitted brows. She hadn’t eaten her breakfast well in the morning as they didn’t have sufficient food but now that her mother was cooking she wished to eat. Just as she tried to reach the vessel by walking around her mother, she was suddenly pulled and thrown across the room with her body crashing against the wall.
The girl looked up at her mother in fear, “Mama?”
The woman appeared to look furious at her, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from the pot but
you keep hindering my work? Every single time!” the girl looked confused. Her mother was never angry, she was
a kind woman. But what the little girl was unaware of was that her mother tried to erase her memories…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 315 – The lies- Part 2
The little girl didn’t know what happened and what had got her mother so angry right now. All she had done is
reach towards the food to only be pushed to the hard wall. Her body hit the muddy walls where she fell back down on the ground.
Penny winced, the dull pain coming to appear again and she looked up at her mother who stood in place. Her
eyes looking different and her appearance slightly changing but the girl didn’t question it at first.
“How many times do you need to be told to not go near the pot? How hard is it for a little girl to understand?”
her mother looked at her with a vexed expression. The eyes slowly turning to slits which looked different from how humans looked.
“Mama,” she whispered with her hand clutching on her side which had hit the walls. Slowly getting up wondering what she had done wrong, “I only wanted food.”
“Did I say you could eat it right now?” her mother asked, her eyes glaring down at her, “I am still cooking. What are you going to eat? Uncooked food?” her mother came forward, holding her jaw as she spoke shaking her head so that the little girl would look and listen.
“I am sorry,” little Penelope apologized.
“You are sorry? You want food, right? Come let me give you the food that you want,” her mother let go of her,
looking around to spot the rabbit which Penelope had brought home last week to pet. And though the little one
had brought the rabbit home to play, her mother had allowed to keep it for different reasons, “Let me feed you
this thing,” her mother pulled the rabbit’s ears with one hand, bringing the knife forward.
“No!” Penny cried realizing what her mother was going to do, “No, no, please!” she cried. She wasn’t hungry
anymore. She didn’t want to eat anything and she would be alright skipping the next meal.
“Why not?” her mother asked looking at her daughter, “Didn’t you want to eat? How can I let you stay hungry
when food is right here. It will be cooked in a few minutes,” her mother smiled while her daughter started to cry.
Even though it had only been a week, the little girl had grown attached to the little animal. Apart from her
mother, there was no one who spoke to her or interacted with her. At that time, this rabbit had warmed her heart.
Penny shook her head, tears falling down from her eyes, “Please! I am not hungry. I promise you, mama. I won’t do it,” she pleaded with her mother.
“You always say this and it always results in this. How many times I have iterated to not come near the vessel yet you come to reach even after my word,” saying this, her mother ran the sharp knife that had only been chiseled to run it across the rabbit’s neck to have blood profusely falling down the ground.
“No!” Penny continued to cry more. She couldn’t believe what just happened.
She didn’t know how her sweet mother could do this to the animal. She looked at the dead rabbit with horror in
her eyes. All she had done was wanting to eat the food which was prepared and it didn’t matter it was bad she
would still eat it as the food was scarce at their home.
“Let’s cook this now,” her mother said to her horror. Not wanting the rabbit to be cooked, she quickly jumped to
her feet and towards her mother to snatch the animal away so that she could bury it where it deserved to be than
be cooked as a meal. Maybe she would have eaten it if her mother had brought it to the house from the outside
herself rather than the little girl. If the little girl didn’t get attached to the animal but to have her pet killed and to be cooked so that she could eat it, she wanted to vomit.
“What do you think you are doing?!” her mother asked in an irritated tone when Penny went to take the rabbit in her hands.
“You can’t cook the rabbit, mama!”
“Move out of my way, Penny,” her mother pushed her away from her hand but the girl didn’t back away. Instead,
she struggled to get back the animal which had gotten on her mother’s nerves. Pulling back her arm, the woman
threw the rabbit with so much force that the little furred animal hit itself to the wall before falling down lifeless, removing any possibility of life from it.
Seeing this, Penny’s stomach dropped. Her mother was kind. She was a good mother who had protected and
loved her when people didn’t bother to help or look at her. She was kind but why was she doing this? The sight of the dead animal that laid lifeless on the ground brought more tears in her eyes.
With a shocked expression, she turned to look back at her mother where she was unable to comprehend what just happened.
“Why did you kill him?” the young girl asked, questioning her mother for her actions. She pulled her mother’s
dress, moving it back and forth as she questioned, “Why did you kill him? He did nothing, we had food!” she had
only brought some vegetables back home two hours ago before going to fetch the log of woods.
Her mother raised her hand and slapped her across her face, “Don’t raise your voice,” she glared at the girl,
“Don’t forget whom you are speaking to. I am your mother. Do you think your useless rabbit is more important than me?” asked her mother.
The young girl was too shocked by the death of the rabbit and her mother raised her hand for the very first time
on her that she failed to respond to her mother’s question which resulted in her getting beaten by her mother’s bare hands.
“No,” she cried after the few beatings where her mother treated her violently. This wasn’t her mother.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 316 – The lies- Part 3
Her mother was nothing like this, she knew it. She cowered away from her mother after her mother had beaten her, leaving marks on the young girl’s body.
The woman who had been furious with her skin that had started to darken with her tongue turning and her eyes
changing, they finally went back to look human. She looked at her daughter who didn’t look up at her. With a
sigh, she reached her daughter when the girl scooted away to only raise the anger which was slowly evaporating.
“Come here, dear,” she raised her hand, her voice sweet and her eyes looking gently at looking at the little
girl.Penny had wrapped her hands around herself when she looked at her mother. She shook her head scared to
go to the person whom she believed was not her mother. Her mother would never have reacted to her like this and never would have touched the rabbit roughly.
“You aren’t my mother,” said the little girl, the voice coming out in a whisper as she moved away.
The woman hearing this looked at her before laughing, “Who is your mother? I am the only mother you have,
Penny. I am the only one you have in this world and no one else,” her mother said stepping close to her to which
she stepped back again. Moving away every time her mother took one step closer to her.
Young Penny shook her head, “No,” she said walking farther and farther away until the door was close by. Her
mother seeing this looked at her with a displeased look on her face. She grabbed the girl who struggled to stay away from her.
“I am so sick and tired of your behavior!” the woman gritted her teeth, dragging her back and away from the
door, “Sit here!” she shouted but Penny didn’t want to. She tried to run away and the woman caught hold of her
neck to make her sit, her fingers squeezing to hold her in place, “Stop moving or you will share the same fate as that f.u.c.k.i.n.g rabbit of yours,” she glared down, the threat keeping Penny still.
The woman didn’t loosen her hold on her daughter. Her fingers squeezing the girl’s neck who struggled to pull
her hands away from her neck. Penny saw her mother take a chain that often hung on the wall. Her mother put
the chain around her neck, muttering something under her breath for minutes as she started to drift off to sleep.
By the time Penny had woken up, she found herself in the bed. Her mother sat at the side of her bed where the lantern-lit itself.
“Mama,” she called her mother who looked to meet her eyes, “What happened?” the girl asked.
“I found you in the street, Penny. Where were you?” asked her mother.
The little girl tried to remember her time after she left the house. She remembered going to the woods and
reaching the village but she couldn’t recollect her time after that, “I had been to the woods,” she answered her
mother. When she tried to sit up, her body started to hurt. It had been alright in the morning, why was it hurting?
“Careful, dear,” her mother made her sit up on the bed, “Here, drink some water,” she said offering the glass that
had been readied so that Penelope could drink it which her mother ha prepared for her personally. Penelope who
knew nothing of what had occurred previously that day, took the glass of water out of innocence and trust, drinking the water until the last drop in the glass.
“Did you find me outside?” Penny asked to which the answer had already been given.
Her mother looked at her, her eyes losing the kindness for a moment as if what she had done had not been
successful, “You were lying on the street,” she gave the same answer. The woman ran her hand over her head and
as she patted her hand touched her cheek where Penny winced in pain, “Oh my, they must have beaten you again. Leaving you unconscious,” her mother said.
“Beaten?” Penny asked with her brows knitting as she looked confused. She didn’t remember anyone hitting her yet her face and body right now were hurting. Throbbing in pain.
“The villagers,” her mother responded to her question, “They took it too far,” her mother patted her head, “Go
back to sleep. You will need the sleep to feel better,” her mother smiled at her. Gently putting her back to sleep
now that she was done drinking the water which was dissolved with impurities by the same person whom she
called her mother.
“Why don’t they like us?” asked Penny. She didn’t know why they hated her enough to beat her and leave her lying on the ground, “I didn’t do anything to them,” her voice came out pained.
“Unfortunate, humans,” her mother’s words slipped out, “I mean, sometimes it is hard to understand people. It is
better if you don’t talk to people too. Stay away from them else they will beat you and me,” hearing this the girl gave out a startled look.
“No one will hurt you, mama! Mama is kind,” Penny smiled looking up at her mother, holding her mother’s hand and bringing close to her face.
Her mother returned back the smile, hearing what Penny had to say to her. When her daughter closed her eyes
whilst holding her hand as she slept, the smile on the woman’s lips fell down. Once the girl was half asleep. She
pulled her hand away from her and walking away back to the pot she had been working on that noon before she was interrupted.
Opening the lid, she looked down to see the bubbling black froth that was thick in texture. Using the ladle she
turned the contents inside it. A bone coming to stop her from moving she pulled the ladle. It seemed like the bones were yet to dissolve in the pot.
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Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 317 – To be lost- Part 1
In Quinn’s mansion, the night was colder and prickier on the skin. If not for the heat which came from the fireplace, one would freeze and turn to a piece of ice.
Damien who had his eyes closed suddenly snapped it open at the smell of salt. His eyes moved to find Penny
who had her eyes closed but tears fell down from her eyes. His first thought was that she had woken up from her
sleep and something had happened but listening to her heartbeat he realized she was still asleep and she was crying in her dream.
Bringing his hand to her face, he placed it on her cheek and she opened her eyes with tears that seeped into the pillow cover. She took a deep breath, like a person who was brought back to life.
He didn’t ask or speak a word to her. He let her sink in back to reality, where she belonged to but what he didn’t
know was that Penny had only come to know the reality now where a veil had been placed in front of her eyes all this time.
With her head still resting on the pillow, she noticed Damien observing her where he was on the other side of the
bed. Her watery, blurry eyes met his. The tears that fell down made her cheeks feel wet but that didn’t stop her eyes that was tearing up again.
Pushing herself, she sat up and Damien followed her suit. Stepping out of the bed, he walked towards the table. Pouring a glass of water and bringing it to her. Silently Penny took the glass, drinking the water and handing it back to him.
She sat there quietly without a word. Her thoughts muddled over what she dreamt about in her dreams. It felt
like her emotions had evaporated and she couldn’t feel anything. She felt numb but that wasn’t what had
happened. With what she found out, things that had been erased which had been hidden and lost had finally surfaced up her mind.
The bed dipped down again and Damien got back to sit in front of her. He could see that she was in turmoil. Her
mind was trying to grasp something which he could see in her eyes. Her emotions felt vacant like she was back to
sleep but even during her sleep he could sense her feelings and the way they moved. He didn’t have to know what might have happened as it wasn’t her dream that had caught up with her.
It was her memories that were returning.
Her eyes were cast down as she continued to stare. After a while, when her eyes finally met his red ones, the tears
that she holding in started to fall down. Her eyes filling up with tears which she had no control over. The little girl
whose mind had been stubbed and suffocated all these years was finally voicing out the pain, the betrayal which
was hidden and kept unknown to her. A sob escaped her lips, the tears continuing to trail down her cheeks where
another sob erupted through her lips. It was as if a bottle of emotions had started to overflow and Damien
hugged her. Putting his arms around her where she broke into sobs. Her shoulders shaking with every memory that felt bright right now after the time of darkness that had hidden it over the years.
Damien didn’t know what she saw but nonetheless he held her, lending her the chest she needed where she
could cry. He didn’t like the sobs that broke through her lips, the sound breaking his heart and he gently rubbed the back of her head.
There was no end to the tears that fell down her eyes. The mother she had known until now had it all been a
sham? Everything, every moment they had spent with each other. Her mother who was a kind person who was
soft-spoken and who always took care of her, had it all been a lie? After a few minutes, where Penny had finally
calmed down after the overflow of the tears where her mind felt fuzzy where she could hardly think about what was the truth and what had been lies all these years she had spent before.
Damien gently ran his hand up and down her back, trying to calm the tears that had wrecked through her body
with every sob previously where she now had finally quietened down. He let her stay as long she needed.
He then said, “Don’t cry for the past that had gone by. There are a lot of things that are not in our hands and we only need to walk through it.”
“I feel lost,” she replied back with her forehead that was taking the support of his chest. Her breath coming out
harshly due to the tears. There was sadness in her voice, a certain void that had come to fill her up at this hour of the time.
“Don’t worry, I will find you if you ever feel that way. I am here,” he said, still continuing to move his hand up and
down her back before it finally stood still and he only placed it to make sure she felt safe right now. She wanted
to cry but it was as if the tears had dried up since the very past before the memories were erased.
She parted her lips to speak, taking her time to utter the words,
“I thought…I thought finding answers would help me. But I didn’t know that I was looking forward to something I never expected,” she shook her head.
Who knew that behind the hidden erased memories she would find her mother’s true nature. With the dream
that she had only dreamt a few moments ago, the scene was etched deeply into her mind. Damien knew that it
was her something that had surfaced from her memory which was removed or had been purposely made forgotten so that she wouldn’t know about it.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 318 – To be lost- Part 2
Whatever she had come to know was bad and hurting her. Enough that it had her crying again. The smell of the tears fresh around her.
“She was always nice to everyone around her. No matter what happened, always kind and sweet,” he heard Penny
speak, her words coming out muffled as her head continued to rest on his chest, “At least that was what I knew
about her. Back in the day…there were villagers who would pass comments on us. Talking about how I didn’t have a father and how my mother was a deranged person because of it.”
“Was she?” asked Damien, holding her in his arms.
“More than that,” Penny pulled away from his arms. Sniffing and wiping her face with the sleeve of her right hand.
Her eyes were wet, her eyelashes having specks of water in them with her eyes that looked void and lost, “I had
wounds on my body. Black and blue which appeared every now and then when I was young. With the hostility between us and the villagers that had formed, they often punished me.”
“How so?” his eyes narrowed waiting for her to continue on the thought of what the villagers had done to her.
“Not letting me go home. Making me stall if I bought something from the forest. Pushing me to a puddle of mud
or taking away things that were meant for the home. All these years, I thought it was them who had hurt me,” she
exhaled out the air tiredly. The fire in fireplace crackle, a burst of wood due to the possible acc.u.mulation of gas
which crackled up before letting the others burn more brightly, “When I was young, I fell sick a lot. Finding myself
in the bed often but also because my mother found me passed out on the streets but that wasn’t what happened.”
Now that part of her memory had returned back, the memory which spoke the truth, she could hardly digest
what she had seen. Her heart broke thinking about and remembering the way her mother had sliced the animal’s neck. Thrown it on the wall like it was nothing.
How could her mother be heartless? Everything was a lie? Then what was the truth? Had there not been affection
and her mother had never meant to love her as her daughter? She felt her head hurt.
“It wasn’t the villagers who hurt me,” she repeated her previous words, “It was my mother who hit me in the
house for not listening to her. I guess our relationship wasn’t as perfect as I thought it was. In the past, every time
I came close to knowing about her using her witchcraft to do something, she tried to stall me. And when that
didn’t work, she erased my memory in regards to everything that related to the hour and day.
It isn’t that I didn’t question what might have happened. Because with the number of times she had cleared the
memory I don’t think she did a good job at it,” a single tear slid down her eye, trailing down her face which fell on her lap.
Damien raised his hand, wiping the tear away that had trailed, listening to her as she continued to speak, “A few
things never made sense in those times of my memory that was erased. She beat me and wiped my memory only to take care of me back when my consciousness returned back.”
He could only imagine the toll of emotions that she was experiencing right now. Her heart was shuddering and
her mind was far more anxious and in panic even though right now she appeared to look calm as she revealed what she had just found out.
“I thought she was the world’s sweetest mother. Who took care of me, someone who protected me from all the ill
people who surrounded us but the truth turned out to be that the person I needed protection from was the same person who I lived with.”
When her eyes met him, she closed them, “You don’t have to worry about the past, Penny. She can’t hurt or erase your memory anymore.”
“I know,” she nodded her head, opening her eyes back to reveal the shining green eyes of hers, “I am scared to see what more has happened but yet at the same time I want to know what happened in all those years.”
“You don’t have to force yourself if you don’t want to,” she was already in pain and he didn’t know what the black witch had done to her where she was now wanting to kill her.
“I would want to believe she isn’t my mother but my aunt already told us how…strange she was. Sadly she is my mother and I am her daughter.”
“It isn’t necessary for you to accept it if you can’t handle it, but the deeper you go down the rabbit hole, you
might find the truth you want to know but it won’t be easy,” Damien took her hands and squeezed them in his, “We ended up with mothers who were bat shit crazy.”
“I thought you loved your mother,” she whispered to see him chuckle.
“And you love yours too even after what has happened and what you found out,” she felt guilty hearing it. She
was her mother, someone she had looked up to for years and now she was finding it hard to fit the pieces in her
mind, “I love my mother, Penny but that doesn’t mean I didn’t know she was sometimes swinging from being demented to being insane. You ended up having the worse one.”
“It sure is,” Penny’s voice came out to be dry.
He brought her hands closer to him, “They might be our mothers but it is alright to take a stand to what is right and wrong. Our situation was different but you need to know when it is right to stop loving a person. Love like that is not love at all, if you are trying to find reasons to hold on to the past which you knew of, then you should rethink because that wasn’t the truth.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 319 – To be lost – Part 3
He was right. She was trying to find reasons to hold to the little bits of pieces, hoping that there was an ounce of feelings that had been passed to her by her mother which was true. This was only one incident.
He then continued to say, “My mother was a different case, Penelope. She loves us too much. Her family was
something she valued above all but even though it was love, it was toxic and the woman didn’t know about it.
She didn’t realize what it was doing to her husband, her children or people around her,” his thumb rubbed the
top of her hand, “My father is a quiet man but he wasn’t always very quiet. My mother didn’t like any person
trying to take time for her family. She wanted it to be just four of us. Once she had gone as far as to threaten him by killing herself.”
“I thought pureblooded vampires can’t die easily,” she commented for him to nod.
“There are some orthodox ways of the first generation pureblooded vampires where one can commit suicide. It is
a long process but it is possible. The more the generation grows, the bottom chain of the pureblooded vampires
only turns weaker which makes it possible to kill them easily. There might be a day when a pureblooded vampire
will walk equally as the human, like a mortal but those are only predictions with no justifications,” he said before
speaking again after a pause, “You should be able to understand the tolerance level of my father to be able to
handle my step-mother who looks like an ant compared to my mother’s manipulative tantrums,” even though
Damien spoke about the true nature of his mother, she could tell that he didn’t hate his mother.
“Maggie turned to this person who played safe around people while also wanting approval from our mother
which she didn’t often get. With me, you know about the corruption. My mother wasn’t a good woman but she
was a mother who wanted to live up to her expectations. Your mother falls under a different category.”
Of course, she knew that. Her mother was on a whole different level where no one would be able to compete
with her. Had she always been like that? Spiteful with her sister and her adopted family. What about her father then?
“Do you think she killed my father?” Penny asked thoughtfully, wondering if it was possible. Why was she killing
her now when there were days and years to do it? It seemed like only her mother could answer that and for that,
she had to find her. Damien didn’t answer her question and instead looked pensive, “Can we go to the church?” she asked him.
“Now?” he saw her nod, “Change your clothes.”
Thankful, she dr.a.p.ed her hands around his neck.
“Thank you, Damien.” She couldn’t tell how much she appreciated his words and presence around her. If it
weren’t for him being next to her, the things she had come to learn recently would have driven her mad and in
circles. Him being here brought a certain sense of reassurance in her mind where she didn’t have to worry.
“You can always count on me,” Damien said, hugging her back, “If not for anyone in this damned world, you will
always have me no matter what,” Penny’s eyes closed, her emotions again starting to come up in her eyes.
Changing her clothes to something more suitable which wasn’t thin, she wore the coat before Damien came to
her to put a thick scarf around her neck, “Ready?” he asked her where he only wore an overcoat upon his the
clothes he had been wearing in bed. Unbothered in wanting to look presentable to the people outside the mansion.
“Ready,” Penny answered him. Putting her hand in his and in an instant, the room was left alone and empty with the couple who had disappeared into thin air.
Both Damien and Penny zapped inside the church without waiting to walk in from the outside. The last thing they
needed was someone catching them appearing right in front of the church or seeing them walk towards the couch, which would only appear to be suspicious as it was the time of midnight now.
They walked down the aisle to find Father Antonio who was sitting on his knees praying at the chapel at this hour
of the night. Sensing the presence of the two beings inside the church, the man’s eyes opened to turn and look over his shoulders to find Damien and Penelope walking towards him.
“What are you praying for, Father Antonio?” Damien questioned the man as they found him praying in the middle of the night.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone in this hour of the night. It is quieter at this hour than any other,” Father Antonio stood up, dusting his clothes and turning towards the couple.
“The church is quite enough. Are you waiting for time to seize?” Damien asked the priest to give a smile.
“Humans call it to be the hour of the devil but this is the hour where the windows and the door open to many
possibilities. Good and bad,” the father answered, looking at the attire he gave them a suspicious look to say, “It
seems that you have arrived for something important. What is the pressing matter?” he asked Damien.
“It isn’t I but her who looks for answers from you,” Damien looked at Penny who had a grave expression on her face.
Father Antonio turned to look at Penelope, tilting his head in wonderment as to what the girl was looking for. She
had been coming to the church to learn about white witches, the potions that they made which were used as
medicines and the history of the white witches from the dungeons and the secret room. Father Antonio had
placed her in Sister Jera’s hands so that she could learn from her as he was often busy greeting and protecting the church from people who visited here.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 320 – Favourtite on list- Part 1
It wasn’t always the humans who came in here seeking pardon and hoping for a better life but also the council
who came for the work which they were involved and the witch hunters who always stepped in to intimidate and threaten the people of the church who were the white witches.
“Can we go to the dungeon room?” Penny asked the white witcher.
His intelligent eyes looking at her where he gave her a nod, “Give me a moment. Let me go close the doors. I
think I forgot to close them,” he said with a smile as Damien and Penny were able to step inside the church.
The man raised his hand in front of him and in the air, he murmured something under his breath. A language that
the white witches spoke of, he spoke the words before a gray as smoke appeared on the palm of his hand. The
smoke moved within itself like a cloud in the darkest time of the weather before pouring the rain down on the
lands. After a few more words, he sent the smoke towards the entrance of the church. The smoke started to
spread itself, moving in different directions until it stretched completely from corner to another of the doors which were open.
“What is that?” she asked the man. Penny was yet to learn how to make use of basic spells. As she was still a
beginner, she wasn’t allowed to touch the magic of spells as it was believed that it was easy to tamper the magic which had the ability to turn something similar to the forbidden magic.
“It is a spell of concealment,” Father Antonio moved his hands so that the couple could follow him to the door, “It
will provide the necessary protection where people with ill minds who come with the intention to harm won’t be
able to enter the church at this hour of the night. Like I said earlier, this hour is nothing but a pot full of gold and
snakes. You pick what you like and make use of it. To an outsider who needs help, the doors of the church will
appear to be open where help will be provided but not to any other kind. Most of the churches that have high standing witches make use of it.”
“Calling yourself a high standing witch, Father Antonio,” asked Damien. His eyes falling on the back of the witcher to hear the priest say,
“I would have been in a higher position if it weren’t for the councilmen who like to steal our work. Of course, I am not blaming you, it is the others who come here in the name of inspection,” sighed Father Antonio.
As they continued to walk, none of them came to realize something following them in the path of darkness that moved along with them.
“When was the last time the council held an inspection here?” With what he knew, Damien was aware that the
inspection never came. It was always sudden and a surprise so that they could catch the witches who were in the process of turning to black witches or doing something against the council.
“It was two months ago. They have been frequenting their trips more than necessary.”
Even though the witches were placed in the churches for the council’s use and need, many of the older
councilmen who were in the higher community of elders believed that the white witches were planning on
something bad which was to stand against the council. They believed that the white witches would one day strike
them which was why they felt the need to monitor the witches especially the one in the high standing. The high
standing witches were the ones with higher knowledge than the rest of the white witches who barely knew the
surficial magic. As much as one would love to boast about the superiority at the same time, the same high
standing white witches fell in grave danger where their movements were restricted and were placed under the eye of the council.
But as much as the councilmen scrutinized both the black and white witches, there was a reason why they were
worried. A few decades ago, two of the white witches who were in the high standing had worked on a spell. A spell that was made to wipe the vampires who were deranged, corrupted vampires.
They had been successful as they had cast the spell across one village in this very land of Bonelake as the
population of the vampires was thicker than the other lands. Unfortunately, the spell had backfired. Instead, of
betterment, the vampire families who were innocent were dragged into the spell which was cast to kill them along with the others leaving a dead mine of people in the town.
What was meant to be created for good had turned to a dead man’s land where lives had been taken. It was still
not known if the witches had meant the spell for only the deranged vampires or if they had planned it secretly so
that they could start clearing one town after another until there would be no living vampires which would leave
the lands to the witches and the humans with the nonexistence of vampires where the night creatures would come to cease.
“We don’t care much about the inspection as the councilmen who come here know and understand that we
follow their words,” what was not meant to be seen was placed in the secret room which no one would be able to
find unless they decided to demolish and bring down this church. But the church was old, old enough that one
didn’t dare to pass the command of wanting to destroy it. Another reason being, the council needed the approval of the magistrates and the Lord of the land.
Lord Nicholas knew what was going on in the church, but the man didn’t know every little detail as the witches
were secretive about it. At least that is what they would like to believe. Lord Nicholas and the others who wanted
to keep the church going took in their own favors when it came to making weapons or any other thing they needed.
As the church itself was old, many of the other people from different lands who knew on what went behind and underground the church came to accept the favors while providing the needed protection.
“You should know better, Father Antonio,” Damien said catching the priest’s attention, “The cleaner you keep
your church, the more suspicious the council will grow to be. Having little mishaps once in a while is alright. Too
much cleanliness will only make one question if a crime had taken place before the place was left spotless,” they
walked down the stairs and passing the pillars before coming to one of the dungeon rooms which was more cave-like than the normal rooms.
Whatever had been following them, stood outside without following them inside the room, camouflaging itself in the shadow of darkness.
“Please take a seat,” said Father Antonio before going to pick up some of the unlit lanterns that were placed in the corner of the rooms. Lightning it, he came back.
Father Antonio didn’t take a seat, instead, he rested his hands on the top of the wooden chair and asked, “Did you want me to use a spell?” he looked at Penelope.
The dungeon rooms were a place where the spells were cast, it was a medium room which allowed the spell to
move smoother and also had a couple of potions which were placed on the several racks on the walls. The
potions here were used for the white witches’ own purpose and not for the public, but it was kept in the open.
Even though used by the witches, they lied to the council officials that it was something that was used for the human’s own benefits.
Though some potions had specific use, there were some who changed their properties depending on the spell
that was used. Like a potion that was used to heal a human’s fatigue in the body was used by the white witches to wash their hands and create a medium to understand the state of the mind. The emotions.
Penny shook her head, “No not spell, I mean not the forbidden magic,” she said to have Father Antonio nod his
head as if wanting her to continue with what she wanted from him, “You said you cannot pick on where a person is.”
“That’s right. The white witch magic doesn’t allow it,” the white witcher answered her. She knew that. Using the black magic for minuscule things wouldn’t make sense as it wasn’t worth it.
“I read in one of the books that you can drive a person’s dream. Visit memories as you sleep,” she said, her voice
hopeful, “I know it isn’t one hundred percent guaranteed but that it is possible to go to the past in the form of dreams. Have you practiced that magic?” she asked him, her eyes waiting on him.
“I am not the right person for it,” Father Antonio answered her, “There was a white witch who resided in one of the nearby churches. She helped people with their dreams.”
“Which church?” asked Penny eager to know so that she could get the help that was needed.
“The one that comes in the opposite direction of the Isle Valley, near the Grakken’s village. But she can’t help you anymore,” Father Antonio had a grim expression on his face.
“Why not? Is she one of the high standing witches?”
“She was but she had gone missing for days now. None of us know where she is,” Father Antonio turned to look
at Damien, “There were some of the councilmen who came asking for her. After them, there was another
councilman who came for answers. The one with the eye-patch,” look at that, thought Damien in his mind. It
seemed like Councilman Creed was only getting into matters which he wasn’t involved in. At least not involved through the council.
“Is there no one else, who can help?” Penny asked him to receive a thoughtful look by the priest as if he were trying to remember.
“Well, we do have one, but I wouldn’t say the boy has mastered it yet. If I am not wrong he is only in his
beginning time of witchery. It wouldn’t be right to touch your dreams as there might be the possibility of messing something up there with your mind,” Father Antonio warned her.
Did she come to a dead end again? Asked Penny to herself. She offered the man a smile, “Okay.”
Taking that she wasn’t going to use the novice witch, Father Antonio spoke, “What did you want to dream about?” he asked her.
“I see. Let me check in the witch circle if there is someone who knows how to drive the dreams. If I find someone I will let you know.”
“Thank you, I would appreciate that. Umm, Father Antonio, do you mind if I take a look at the room?” she asked, hinting about the secret room even though it wasn’t a secret among the three of them.
“You may,” Father Antonio looked at her curiously as she stood up and left the men in the room.