My Destined Vampire Lover

Tasha was born special. She had the sweetest blood in the world. After her dad died, she came to the mysterious forest by accident and entered her dangerous yet attractive journey. She stepped into the vampire world not only because of the injustice she endured, but also because of a curse on her. That was a curse especially on the half-human-half-vampire kind. She would die before 20 years old, unless she could find a witch to break the curse. But no one knew the curse, except her and the one who cursed her. ‘I want to live.’ Tasha said to herself. She originally just wanted to survive but soon she found a special man, so special that he almost took her breath away. Literally. He came close to her and couldn't help burying his head on her shoulder. He touched or kissed her fragile neck with his fang in a very dangerous but tempting way. Could she ever resist him? Or she was willing to fall into his trap and became his prey? Or she turned out to be the biggest winner in the end? ***** As the door opened, she was dragged straight inside by a hand, and then the door was closed hard. Looking at the man who dragged her inside, Tasha asked uncertainly, “Kyle?” In a second, he dashed to Tasha and pressed her tightly on the wall. He held her fragile neck with one hand, whispering, “Do you really know what you are suggesting? Staying here with me? A vampire? That’s very bold of you.” Tasha was trembling in his arms, but to his surprise, she offered her neck and forced a weak smile, “I know very well what I am saying and doing. I trust you, Kyle. You won’t hurt me.” “Oh, really? Like this?” Kyle tightened his hand and heard her moaning in pain. She was breathing heavily for air, her face turning blue for lack of oxygen. With a snap, he could kill her easily. Very easy for a vampire for killing was written in his blood. But he didn’t rush, seeming to be waiting for something he didn’t even know. “Yes. If you need my blood, just tell me. I know I am special. You told me that, remember? I smell so sweet…” But Kyle let her go suddenly that she was sliding against the wall onto the ground, trying to compose herself. Kyle retreated to a corner, kneeling down, tortured by his pain and fighting against his hunger. “Are you OK?” Tasha stood up and walked to him. “Stop! Stay where you are. And leave me if your brain is functioning well.” “But…I want to help. I will not leave you. Not like this.” She insisted. “Do you make up your mind?” Kyle asked her. After taking a breath, Tasha finally said, “Yes.” All of a sudden, he charged at her and covered her on the ground. She could barely breathe as he held her hands and came closer to her. He was so cold that Tasha started to tremble. Maybe she was scared. But she was ready. However, she waited, and nothing happened. She opened her eyes, and his face was so close. He buried his face on her shoulder. His lips were lingering over her neck, trying to find the most tender part. "May I?" his voice was deadly tempting. “Yes.” The next second, his fang had pierced into her neck forcefully...