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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
Not enough ratings
496 Chs

Pity

A dark figure emerged from behind the trees.

Jerome wasn’t completely sure who that scent belonged to until he saw that young man standing beside the tree while lowering his head. He just knew that he had just come across that weird scent yesterday night.

“Ah! Cillian, is it?” Jerome questioned that young man who looked terrified for some reason.

Cillian didn’t dare to meet Jerome’s eyes because he was already aware of who Jerome was. After all, he had met Jerome and the others during the full moon.

He simply nodded his head while fixating his eyes on the ground.

Jerome was slowly closing the gap between him and Cillian. He didn’t want to startle Cillian away by being hostile towards him.

And while moving closer, he asked Cillian, “Why aren’t you at your home, Cillian? It’s too late for a young man like yourself to be roaming around alone.”

Cillian didn’t utter a word. He simply kept on staring at the road with his head held low.