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A Slave For The Vampire Lord

Vampire and witches had been at war with each other. While the vampire hunts and kills witches at every occasion. Witches used dark methods to kill Vampires stealthily. Being the last in the food chain, Humans suffered most in their war. In the dark era, where dying was easier than walking, silver hair and silver eyes were cursed as the sign of a witch. Bella Rosmerta, despised and abandoned by her own kind, was taken as a slave of Rafael Casanovia. But her only goal was to bring him to his knees. Not because she had hatred for vampires or she had devotion to her kind but… to get the love of her family. The place she deserved in their hearts. But as she charmed the seductive vampire, she realized she had fallen for him as much as he was head over heels for her and… the witches were not as valiant and pure as she had thought. And vampires were not as merciless and cruel as they have been depicted. But as the tension grew among their kind, families turned into enemies and enemies stood as family. Will the fading boundaries change Bella’ heart and she would let her prejudices go or… will the hatred destroy her life once again?

I_am_Creator · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
130 Chs

His Shadow

When Bella opened her eyes, she was back in Rafael's room. The memories of last night flashed in her eyes.

He had played with her until she could not bear it anymore. Her eyes had widened and a strange sensation had covered her whole body. She remembered bursting on his fingers again and again until she could not bear it anymore.

She had gone limp in his arms and he had brought her back to the palace. She had felt asleep, drained physically and mentally with no word to whisper to him. She was relieved that she did not need to answer his question.

And now.. How was she going to face him? She held the blanket tightly feeling the filth on her clothes. She had seduced her enemy and saved the witches. How far would she go now?

Just when she was debating whether she should go out or not, the door knocked and a guard came in. 

"You are invited for breakfast with the lord." The guard spoke in a solemn voice, "no excuse would be allowed."