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Cursed Bride Of The Damned Vampire King

"I can't be your meal..." Jacquelyn pleaded, trying to reason with the man who was supposedly her husband. His grin widened, curling into a mischievous smile, revealing his razor-sharp fangs. "And why is that?" he asked. Jacquelyn knew she had to use her brain with this one. "I am your wife... you can't eat me," she said, hoping to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him. "Makes it even better," was his cold response. Jacquelyn's legs trembled; she couldn't think of any culture or tradition where it was acceptable for a husband to eat his own wife. "And...." "And?" He prompted, with an encouraging sweet smile. "And I'm wet..." -------- Long, long ago, when Creatures of the Night ruled supreme and stood at the top of the food chain, a princess, Jacquelyn Avignon lived in the isolated part of the palace. Away from humans and even her own family. Cursed, they said. Queen killer, they called her. Bad omen, they crowned her. Until she was sent to be the bride of the Vampire King. A vampire king who enjoys his own peace and twisted sense of humor. Living life as the supreme sovereign, finds a princess who knows nothing about his supremacy at his doorstep, claiming to be his little wife. What happens when a cursed princess, afraid of blood, desperate to be with her family and to be loved back, crashes into the peaceful world of a vampire king? Her first target, turn her husband into a vegetarian. What about when Jacquelyn realizes that the world around her is more than just sunshine and good sleep but that hell is empty and the devils are here... in human form? She has to watch her back! For fans of; Forbidden love, dark fantasy, ancient curses and prophecy, strong willed and resilient female leads, grey men, dark humor, betrayals, marked mates, and star-crossed love, this book is for you. Other works by the same author: 1. Kitanna (Completed) 2. A Royal Mismatch: The Trouble With Prince Charming (Spin-off of Kitanna, Completed) 3. The Hitman's Sunshine (Completed)

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Herschel

Inside the tea house, Kael sat on the couch close to the window with his legs crossed and his body resting on the pillow. He watched with intrigue as the girl sat in the center of the old women, listening attentively as if she had been part of them since time immemorial.

Kael smiled, shaking his head slowly. "She finally found her tribe," the vampire muttered.

"Who?" A young boy's voice was heard, very close to Kael.

Kael slowly moved his eyes, his brows slightly raised in annoyance. "I have told you so many times to stop coming close to me," he said, raising his hand to grab the boy, who let out a panicked scream.

"Grandfather!" The young boy, who appeared to be around seventeen with distinct black and red hair, shouted at the top of his lungs, avoiding the vampire king in front of him.

Like a mother hen, the old man the boy had called stepped into the room, walking briskly.

"Kael!! Let him go," the old man said firmly.