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Cursed Bride Of The Damned Vampire King

"I can't be your meal..." Jacquelyn pleaded, trying to reason with the man who was supposedly her husband. His grin widened, curling into a mischievous smile, revealing his razor-sharp fangs. "And why is that?" he asked. Jacquelyn knew she had to use her brain with this one. "I am your wife... you can't eat me," she said, hoping to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him. "Makes it even better," was his cold response. Jacquelyn's legs trembled; she couldn't think of any culture or tradition where it was acceptable for a husband to eat his own wife. "And...." "And?" He prompted, with an encouraging sweet smile. "And I'm wet..." -------- Long, long ago, when Creatures of the Night ruled supreme and stood at the top of the food chain, a princess, Jacquelyn Avignon lived in the isolated part of the palace. Away from humans and even her own family. Cursed, they said. Queen killer, they called her. Bad omen, they crowned her. Until she was sent to be the bride of the Vampire King. A vampire king who enjoys his own peace and twisted sense of humor. Living life as the supreme sovereign, finds a princess who knows nothing about his supremacy at his doorstep, claiming to be his little wife. What happens when a cursed princess, afraid of blood, desperate to be with her family and to be loved back, crashes into the peaceful world of a vampire king? Her first target, turn her husband into a vegetarian. What about when Jacquelyn realizes that the world around her is more than just sunshine and good sleep but that hell is empty and the devils are here... in human form? She has to watch her back! For fans of; Forbidden love, dark fantasy, ancient curses and prophecy, strong willed and resilient female leads, grey men, dark humor, betrayals, marked mates, and star-crossed love, this book is for you. Other works by the same author: 1. Kitanna (Completed) 2. A Royal Mismatch: The Trouble With Prince Charming (Spin-off of Kitanna, Completed) 3. The Hitman's Sunshine (Completed)

Pluma_W143 · Fantasy
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262 Chs

Coachwoman

Ballister pulled up in a carriage that was unlike the royal one Jacquelyn had arrived in. This one was ordinary, yet something about the quality of the wood made it look elegant. Without waiting for anyone, Kael walked inside the carriage, crossing his legs as he reclined on the plush couch.

Jacquelyn looked around, wondering who would be driving the carriage since Ballister appeared to be young. She was worried. "Who is going to be driving the carriage?" she asked innocently.

Ballister pointed to his chest, ready to speak, but Kael beat him to it, a hint of a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Who? You're already dressed for it. I see you'll make a good coachman... or woman? It doesn't matter now. Earn your keep by working."

Jacquelyn's eyes moved from Ballister and settled on Kael. "M-me?" she whispered, but Kael heard her and nodded in reply. "B-but I am a..." her voice trailed off.