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~Bleeding Hearts~

[Mature Content] 1# To Love a Vampire. A marriage to cure a curse. An unwilling bride. When the first Prince of Vampires asks for her hand in marriage, Bel is repulsed by this and vehemently refuses. She always imagined her husband would be like her sister’s. A handsome man who shares similar interests with her. He doesn’t need to be royalty. All that matters is that they were in love. Davien got the handsome part down but unfortunately, nothing else. To top it all, he is a vampire. However, she won’t have minded his terrible traits if she loves him but she doesn’t, and neither does he love her. When her father says she has no option but to marry him, Bel vows to do everything in her power to make Davien hate her. If she can’t stop him from marrying her, she can at least make him end the marriage. She will be the worst bride ever. But what happens when Davien can handle her antics and shows nothing but love to her regardless of what she does? 2# To Want a Vampire A girl who won’t speak—or perhaps can’t—only shaking in terror but the scars on her body tell Stelian everything he needs to know about the horrors she’s endured. For Mallory, life has never been kind. Her mother’s death at age thirteen marked the start of her descent into further darkness. Two years later, her father would sell her to vampires, condemning her to unspeakable torment. After three grueling years, Mallory escapes, only to fall into the hands of vampires once again. But this time, she encounters someone different—someone without the red eyes she has come to loathe. Yet, when she learns that he too craves blood, just like those who shattered her body, spirit, and soul, Mallory must confront her deepest fears. Can she open herself to him, or will he become yet another nightmare in her endless cycle of suffering? (Volume 2 will start in January)

GinaStanley · Fantasy
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258 Chs

Mallory

It was hard not to stare as Bel watched the girl place the food on the table. The girl took a step back and bent her head when she saw Bel looking at her. She wasn't dressed like the maids who had attended to her. Her clothes didn't look expensive either, just a free-flowing long-sleeved dress, and she was barefoot.

The girl was pretty almost angelic, and Bel had caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were the blue of the sea. Her hair was dirty blonde and long, all the way to her waist. Who was she?

"Thank you," Bel said again as she walked towards the table.

The girl nodded and smiled a little but kept her head down, not saying a word. Was she mute? Bel didn't think so, but she found it odd that the girl hadn't spoken a single word all this time.

Bel finally tore her gaze from the girl, who was squirming under Bel's scrutiny. She looked nervous and very shy. Bel sat down and stared at the table. It smelled delicious. She could smell curry soup.