A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
[SLOW BURN ROMANCE. RATED 18: NO RAPE] What if the sort of love you'd wanted and desired, only but a man incapable of love could give it to you–a man who has not the slightest of an idea what the word "Love" meant? ..... Vampires coexisted with humans for centuries without either side hunting or killing the other due to a peace treaty. They didn’t feed on human blood for so long either, but that changes when the first vampire auction is held. Six human slaves were sold, and among them included Avelina, a twenty-six-year-old woman. Avelina is sold to an infamous Vampire prince, Draven Delgaard, rumored to have committed heinous acts even amongst his kind. She fears for her life upon their first encounter, but to her utmost bewilderment, Draven Delgaard makes a deal with her. He sought the inheritance of the royal family, but to be qualified, he needed a wife. Since his kinds weren’t available due to his reputation, Avelina was one of the few options left. In exchange for her freedom, she will assist him in obtaining the inheritance. But this royal inheritance can only be acquired through the style of a chess game with other royal opponents. A game of strategy and survival. Should she succeed, her freedom shall be regained and it would be a win-win for both her and Draven. However, she soon realizes that success might come at a very heavy cost. Will Avelina and Draven be able to win the game of chess? Will they secure her freedom and inheritance, or will they fall victim to the dangerous machinations of the royal family?
No! It's Impossible!
Old Master Lenort's hand that was holding onto the photo trembled, and he quickly let go of it, letting it fall to the floor.
The photo was of none other than Erawada, Draven's mother. He could tell that each of those framed pictures was painted by Draven. He was a perfect artist after all, but what was the meaning of it?
Why was he sending the framed pictures of his mother to him?
Old Master Lenort's eyes vehemently narrowed into a thin line. He looked through the other photos and came across a white piece of pepper that looked like a letter.
He opened it, and in it was written: Happy birthday to you, father. I hope it was wonderful.
I'm sure that by now, you must have looked through those beautiful paintings of your wife. They are beautiful, are they not?
Hmm, do you remember what today is? I am not sure if your old brain would, but I don't mind helping you out.