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Conquering His Cold Heart

Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18. For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster: King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom. The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human. Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart. Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well. *** [Excerpt] “Cas-pian…” And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss. He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.” Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet. So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

sanimimosa7 · Fantasie
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Bait

Hamilton didn’t still completely believe Vincent. However, he let Vincent step outside the stall and use the tap.

After splashing cold water on his face, Vincent indeed looked refreshed.

Seeing that, Hamilton asked, “So, are you ready to go back then?”

Vincent, however, lightly pressed his palm over his stomach and replied, “I’m feeling a little hungry. I will go and see my blood servant first.”

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‘Hmm… As expected. The vampire is finally hungry, huh!’

What Vincent and Hamilton didn’t realize while they were talking was that a werewolf was standing close by and was listening to their conversation. Both of their smelling senses had been numbed to the scent of werewolves by now. And they couldn’t tell that there was a werewolf nearby.

The werewolf was none other than Romulus.