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#R18
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#SWEETLOVE
#PRINCESS
#FANTASY
#ROYAL

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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#ROMANCE
#R18
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#SWEETLOVE
#PRINCESS
#FANTASY
#ROYAL

Five

It was around 4 AM in the morning. Jerome was still sitting on the chair in his workroom, checking the wall clock every two minutes. And because he was watching the pendulum swinging for almost the whole night, without getting a wink of sleep, he was beginning to feel dizzy.

“Ugh!” He massaged his forehead and mumbled to himself, “When did His Majesty start to head back from Orsenia anyway? I thought he would be here about two hours ago.”

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. He then rested his chin on his crossed palms and thought while being worried about the King’s safety, ‘I hope no obstacles arose in his travel back… Or in his travel there… or during his time in Orsenia.’

Letting the King leave his sight and not getting any information on his whereabouts was taking a toll on Jerome’s peace of mind.