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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

Blood of a human.

"You are cold." He murmurs, eyes dancing over every feature that makes Celeste.

"Make me warm." She breaths.

As if that is the only thing he needs to hear to make his move, he launches forward, every inch of their skin pressing to each other. But nothing like the sparkle she had felt when she touched Prince Zelian coursed through her veins. Maybe it's because their bare skin hasn't come in contact with each other yet.

"What do you want?" He's asking while his mouth works along the dip of her jaw, his hot tongue swirling over her skin.

Celeste sucks in a breath, crisp air slicing through her lungs.

She can't do this for a long time. "You." So she breathes, "I want you."

"You have me." The man says, trailing down to her neck, his big hands on her waist starting to creep up.