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Fangs And Fate

“No matter what, never fall for the vampire king.” Kiara Whitman always knew her fate was twisted because she is the first hybrid, but things took a drastic turn when she was offered a contract marriage with the ruthless Valerian King. There was just one clause on the contract: "Falling for Adriel Valerian is equivalent to death.” But how could she follow such a clause? Her heart raced under his gaze, and when he spoke, her thoughts became foggy. It was clear as day that if the clause was meant to keep her alive, she wouldn’t survive. Unfortunately, Adriel, the vampire king, didn’t feel the same for her because he had his own plans for the hybrid princess; she was the key to everything he craved—his ultimate freedom from hell. He had sworn never to let himself fall for her because it would be messy; he had to be smart, vigilant, and stay in control. What will happen when Kiara finds out the real reason behind the contract marriage? Or when she discovers that she was just a tool for survival all along, just a possession to the vampire king and nothing less? Will she decide to leave for good or stay to find out her purpose? Or at least seduce the vampire king, if at all that’s possible.

Joyce_Mama_6073 · Fantasy
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151 Chs

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*Carlotta's POV*

"What was that?"Kiara asked, jumping up from her seat.

"What was What Kiara?"

Kiara went to the window in a hurry. "I heard something–I think it's a carriage."

Vivi and I glanced at each other in worry.

"Must have been the fresh fruits from the farm,they are scheduled to arrive every Saturday."

"Are you sure? Why only Saturday?"Kiara continued, absently fidgeting with her gloves.I stared at them and to her face.

"They pick them on Fridays,they are more fresh then,I suppose?"Vivi answered either way.

Her face still kept rooted to the window,it was only when the maids began passing with baskets of fruit that she did actually believe that it was indeed just a fruit haul.

She returned to her seat dissapointedly sighed.

"You could send a letter."I suggested.

"A letter? To whom?"she asked glancing up at me.

"To your husband–to tell him how worried you are about his delay."