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Underneath the coldness of my skin

[MATURE THEMES] Never in her life had Celeste thought of waking up in the middle of the night at the horrendous screams of her parents nor finding out the man she had loved to her bone would do the dreadful deed of assisting his dad in killing her parents in the greed of power and wealth.  The grief and heartbreak she had gone through was one of hell and seeing the facade of her ex-partner's father falling before her feet the next night trapped inside the walls of her chamber when he tried to assault her was frighteningly alarming which left her with no way but to flee the Kingdom she grew up in. The palace where she only had the best of memories until that unfortunate night when she unwillingly had to let go of the people who gave birth to her. Who she loved to death.  Then again, never in her life had Celeste thought there will be a moment she will be brought to the kingdom of Elyznh— which she heard about a lot but didn't though one day she will be setting foot there and living a life pretending to be a human when the blood flowing inside her nerves were pure Vampire— living with werewolves nor falling in love with a werewolf. Her secret is her's only, and when she dies it will become mere ashes as she is and rose in the sky, until then no one needs to know.

oceaanblues · Fantasy
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60 Chs

A whisper of desire.

Leha sighs, striding out of the bath chamber draped in a luxurious, shimmering emerald green silk robe that loosely flows down his form like water. His beautiful locks cascade down his back in glistening streams, creating a mesmerizing contrast against the vibrant fabric.

His maids follow in his wake, their presence adding to the aura of luxury and opulence. With accurate care, they ensure every detail is perfect, from his freshly bathed skin to the flawless drape of his silk robe over his torso, their devotion evident in their attentive steps and adoring gazes.

With a regal flourish, Leha raises his hand, signaling the end of their duties for the night. With a subtle twist of his wrist, he gracefully dismisses the maids, their service completed to his satisfaction. "You may return now and rest well," he declares, a warm smile gracing his lips as he bids them goodnight.