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Bride Of The Shadows

# Arranged marriage #Paranormal Romance -She was his sweet peach. His wish. His eternity. His redemption. His to corrupt and his to command. He has and would never love any the way he loved her- Hermione Barclay, an attractive princess suffered a tragic past which caused her to isolate herself, frightened by the presence of people, poor constructions of words... The memory of the vampire boy whom she had once felt safe around remained etched in her innermost self and she fantasized about nothing but him. Years later, a marriage proposal arrived and she was to wed the same man she had always dreamt about, unfortunately, her expectations of him were crushed. He only cared for her because he was asked to, not because he wanted to. Dark and Tragic twists awaited her in her new home, how was she going to survive?

Author_Zia · Fantasie
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The next morning, Alistair had woken up quite late. Having dressed real quick and picked up his sword, he made his way to the dining area. His gaze landed on Celeste who was sitting in a carefree manner and enjoying her breakfast.

Alistair's eyes narrowed. "Where is Aunt and Uncle?" He inquired.

Celeste's lips pulled up. "Unfortunately, you just missed them. They had someplace to go" She answered.

Oh, Alistair bobbed his head subtly. He cleared his throat, making a croaking sound as he walked over to the dining. He sat by the table and picked a grape before tossing it in his mouth.

Celeste had finished eating when he sat by her side. Her dark hair whipped to the side, in his direction. "Father said I'm to take you"

He glanced at her. "Take me in what way?" His eyebrows raised.

She sighed, noticing that he was starting to tease her. "Through the classes" She stated as a matter of fact.

"Oh, that" Alistair mumbled, feigning ignorance.