A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
[SLOW BURN ROMANCE. RATED 18: NO RAPE] What if the sort of love you'd wanted and desired, only but a man incapable of love could give it to you–a man who has not the slightest of an idea what the word "Love" meant? ..... Vampires coexisted with humans for centuries without either side hunting or killing the other due to a peace treaty. They didn’t feed on human blood for so long either, but that changes when the first vampire auction is held. Six human slaves were sold, and among them included Avelina, a twenty-six-year-old woman. Avelina is sold to an infamous Vampire prince, Draven Delgaard, rumored to have committed heinous acts even amongst his kind. She fears for her life upon their first encounter, but to her utmost bewilderment, Draven Delgaard makes a deal with her. He sought the inheritance of the royal family, but to be qualified, he needed a wife. Since his kinds weren’t available due to his reputation, Avelina was one of the few options left. In exchange for her freedom, she will assist him in obtaining the inheritance. But this royal inheritance can only be acquired through the style of a chess game with other royal opponents. A game of strategy and survival. Should she succeed, her freedom shall be regained and it would be a win-win for both her and Draven. However, she soon realizes that success might come at a very heavy cost. Will Avelina and Draven be able to win the game of chess? Will they secure her freedom and inheritance, or will they fall victim to the dangerous machinations of the royal family?
You're Such A Whore
Draven parked his car in front of a bar. It has been a long time since he had a sip of alcohol or so, and he suddenly wanted it.
With his hands stuffed into the pocket of his coat, he proceeded into the bar and took a seat at the counter by himself.
He ordered a glass or two for himself, and as he drank, all he could suddenly think of was Avelina. Her hazel-soft eyes reflected in his mind, and he suddenly thought of her bright smile.
"Hmmm…I miss her," he muttered under his breath, bending his head to look at the floor. Her petite, warm frame—he suddenly felt the urge to hold her and wrap her up in his big arms. He wanted to feel her, to smell her pretty hair, to bury his face in her neck, and to indulge in her soothing scent.
He craved to lay with her like he always does—to have her so close to him, and to listen to her heartbeat race.