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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.”

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Feisty One

Tilla was frozen in place upon hearing that chillingly calm voice.

All the other human prisoners also cowered in the corners of their cells in fear. Nobody dared to make a single noise, afraid that they would be taken away from their cells.

Tilla knew that she was caught in the act which she wasn’t supposed to do. So she was scared that the vampire behind her would do something to her. ‘Oh, dear lord! Please save me.’

She gripped her gown and tried to think of a way to run from there.

Her eyes fell on the mop that was lying on the floor near her feet. She slowly moved her hand to grab that mop as a way to defend herself if that vampire behind her tried to do anything funny.

“What’s the matter? Did the cat get your tongue?” that vampire leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am asking you a question. What are you doing here in the dungeon, Tilla?”

‘Lord Vincent?’ Tilla finally recognized the voice when he took her name.