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Conquering His Cold Heart

Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18. For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster: King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom. The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human. Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart. Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well. *** [Excerpt] “Cas-pian…” And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss. He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.” Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet. So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

sanimimosa7 · Fantasy
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496 Chs

Ball Dance

The moment guests in the ballroom saw the King, and the tall and captivating gentlemen with red eyes approaching the center of the dance floor, they all happily cleared the space.

Everard looked around at the crowd and went to ask a random but elegant-looking woman for a dance. The woman was standing with her partner. However, when the King himself asked her for a dance, she was more than happy to participate.

Hamilton and Alexander also immediately followed Everard’s lead and went to ask the ladies who were standing alone for a dance.

Vincent, on the other hand, wasn’t really into it. All he could think about was Tilla. ‘It would have been wonderful if she could also come here,’ he thought to himself and pouted.

Hamilton smirked as though he could read Vincent’s mind. Then he patted Vincent on his shoulder and whispered, “Just pick anyone. Don’t keep on standing there like a sore thumb.”