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A Slave For The Vampire Lord

Vampire and witches had been at war with each other. While the vampire hunts and kills witches at every occasion. Witches used dark methods to kill Vampires stealthily. Being the last in the food chain, Humans suffered most in their war. In the dark era, where dying was easier than walking, silver hair and silver eyes were cursed as the sign of a witch. Bella Rosmerta, despised and abandoned by her own kind, was taken as a slave of Rafael Casanovia. But her only goal was to bring him to his knees. Not because she had hatred for vampires or she had devotion to her kind but… to get the love of her family. The place she deserved in their hearts. But as she charmed the seductive vampire, she realized she had fallen for him as much as he was head over heels for her and… the witches were not as valiant and pure as she had thought. And vampires were not as merciless and cruel as they have been depicted. But as the tension grew among their kind, families turned into enemies and enemies stood as family. Will the fading boundaries change Bella’ heart and she would let her prejudices go or… will the hatred destroy her life once again?

I_am_Creator · Fantasie
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A Fool

 He held her and took her inside the large building. But unlike last time, he did not give her the chance to move freely. He took her into a room enclosed completely and asked her to stay there. 

Her eyes stared at the luxurious room. The beautiful red curtains with golden hangings shone in the soft glow of candlelight. She touched the hangings with a look of amazement on her face when he hugged her from behind and guided her to the glass wall. "Stay here, Bella. No matter what happens, you are not to come out." she heard him whispering. 

Before she could ask the reason, he was already gone and the door was closed with a "thud." 

She looked around confused, when she heard a crack split into the air and shrieks filling the outside world. She could feel the metallic smell and death in the air. A strange trait that had often earned her stares.