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Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

KyrieUzumaki · Fantasie
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121 Chs

A truce

Nicole sat in her room, the soft glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows as she added the final strokes to the portrait. Her brush moved with precision, capturing every detail of their faces—her smile, the softness in Jasper's once-emotionless eyes. The painting was long overdue, and now that Jasper was off at war, finishing it gave her a sense of purpose. It had been a while since she truly focused on her art. The turmoil of the past few months—Jasper's memory loss, their reunion, and their sudden marriage—had left little room for her usual creative outlet.

The room was quiet, save for the soft scratch of her brush against the canvas. She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting to the pile of salvaged paintings stacked in the corner. Jasper had retrieved what he could from the ruins of their old life. A small smile tugged at her lips, thinking about how thoughtful he had been, even in the midst of all their chaos.