A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
[SLOW BURN ROMANCE. RATED 18: NO RAPE] What if the sort of love you'd wanted and desired, only but a man incapable of love could give it to you–a man who has not the slightest of an idea what the word "Love" meant? ..... Vampires coexisted with humans for centuries without either side hunting or killing the other due to a peace treaty. They didn’t feed on human blood for so long either, but that changes when the first vampire auction is held. Six human slaves were sold, and among them included Avelina, a twenty-six-year-old woman. Avelina is sold to an infamous Vampire prince, Draven Delgaard, rumored to have committed heinous acts even amongst his kind. She fears for her life upon their first encounter, but to her utmost bewilderment, Draven Delgaard makes a deal with her. He sought the inheritance of the royal family, but to be qualified, he needed a wife. Since his kinds weren’t available due to his reputation, Avelina was one of the few options left. In exchange for her freedom, she will assist him in obtaining the inheritance. But this royal inheritance can only be acquired through the style of a chess game with other royal opponents. A game of strategy and survival. Should she succeed, her freedom shall be regained and it would be a win-win for both her and Draven. However, she soon realizes that success might come at a very heavy cost. Will Avelina and Draven be able to win the game of chess? Will they secure her freedom and inheritance, or will they fall victim to the dangerous machinations of the royal family?
Maybe...
Beautiful! Was the first word that crossed Draven's mind. She looked breathtaking like the most lovely painting heaven had ever created.
In his eyes, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever glimpsed. Her gummy smile, her hazel eyes, her curly ginger hair, her petite stature, her non-elegant free laughter—everything about her was beautiful. It fascinated him.
She would make a lovely painting… he thought.
Avelina stood in front of him. She was peering at him, trying to figure out why he was staring so intently at her. What was going on in his mind? Did she have something on her face? Did she look different today? I mean, yes, she had never packed her hair in a bun, so could she possibly look terrible in it?
She began to fidget, deeply nervous and insecure.
Draven abruptly smiled. He wanted to touch her, but having used those gloved hands to feed the fishes, he was unwilling to taint her, so he hid his hands behind his back.