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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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179 Chs

Scolded

Jacquelyn slipped slowly until she fell off the bed. When her body touched the cold, hard floor, she groaned, rubbing her forehead where a headache threatened to split her head apart. She lay on the floor with her eyes open, her hand still rubbing her forehead.

Last night had been a lot for her to take in. From running away from Morville Castle to meeting Iva and following her to the Pleasure District. Jacquelyn groaned, rolling on the floor as she remembered the wine she had drunk, which had made her mind fuzzy.

"Liquor is my mortal enemy," Jacquelyn announced to herself, rubbing her stomach, where she felt sick. "I should stay away from my enemy, Lyn… no more wine," she whispered, rolling on the floor as she tried to stand up.

Jacquelyn stood up and noticed her gown was hanging slightly above her knees. As she tried to pull it down, she noticed two pairs of black polished shoes standing not far from where she was. Slowly, she raised her face.