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?
Tell Me The Truth!
Annette slowly turned around to look at her husband, Michael Hamilton. A hundred and ninety-centimeter tall man with blonde short hair and sharp gray eyes.
"M-Michael—"
"Come inside," Mr. Hamilton said directly to Avelina, who was watching him with frightened eyes.
Avelina could not explain what it was, but she wanted to run—to flee and never look back. Her instincts were screaming at her not to step into the house, but she couldn't seem to go against her father, the man whom she had always feared, ever since she was a little girl,
He'd always intimidated her, and she had never once understood why. This man was worse than an ant before Draven, yet the way she felt towards them was very dissimilar.
She felt safe with Draven, but with the man who called himself her father, she felt like she was in hell—as if she were in a lion's den.
Avelina gulped and nervously nodded her head. She stepped into the house, pulling her luggage along with her.