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Bride of the Vampire King

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

Aee_sharh20 · Fantasía
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Special gift - part two

Lady Roselani smiled at her son, gazing at him and realizing how much he had grown.

"Seb," she called his name in the shortened form he had always loved to hear from her. She outstretched her hands towards him.

"Mother," Sebastian called again, evident surprise and excitement in his voice as he walked to her. He touched her hands softly, feeling her skin, and enveloped her in a hug.

"Oh, my child," Lady Roselani whispered as she stroked Sebastian's head on her shoulders. She could tell the difference in him; he had grown - tall and broad. More handsome and, most evidently, with a strong resolve and lack of emotions. One that a human was breaking slowly.

He wasn't shivering, but she could feel his warm tears that dropped onto her shoulders. She was proud of him, too proud.