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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

Where is She?

“As I said, I don’t have the Queen here!” Bartholomew raised his voice as a way to mask the fear that he was feeling.

However, that proved to be counterproductive because, within a split second, four of the vampires dropped dead right before his eyes.

Bartholomew now felt terrified to his core.

Caspian casually dropped all four hearts that he had ripped apart on the bloody floor and gave a deathly glare to the shaken Lord.

“So, you have chosen the eternal hell, huh?”

Caspian’s cold and ghastly voice reverberated throughout the room. Each echo sounded more horrifying than the last one.

To Bartholomew, it sounded like the tolling of the warning bell from the gates of hell. He had never imagined that the King would come for him like a madman, without any support and strategy, just guided by raw emotions.

Caspian looked around the room through the corners of his eyes to analyze the enemy’s positions and come up with his next move.