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A Slave For The Vampire Lord

Vampire and witches had been at war with each other. While the vampire hunts and kills witches at every occasion. Witches used dark methods to kill Vampires stealthily. Being the last in the food chain, Humans suffered most in their war. In the dark era, where dying was easier than walking, silver hair and silver eyes were cursed as the sign of a witch. Bella Rosmerta, despised and abandoned by her own kind, was taken as a slave of Rafael Casanovia. But her only goal was to bring him to his knees. Not because she had hatred for vampires or she had devotion to her kind but… to get the love of her family. The place she deserved in their hearts. But as she charmed the seductive vampire, she realized she had fallen for him as much as he was head over heels for her and… the witches were not as valiant and pure as she had thought. And vampires were not as merciless and cruel as they have been depicted. But as the tension grew among their kind, families turned into enemies and enemies stood as family. Will the fading boundaries change Bella’ heart and she would let her prejudices go or… will the hatred destroy her life once again?

I_am_Creator · Fantaisie
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A Calculated Move

Bella nodded, surprised by the care they put in saving the lives of a human. But there was heaviness in her chest she could not explain. Her eyes dimmed, making him chuckle.

"And I took blood from a man if it is any relief." he laughed, "and it is not just me, rarely a vampire has two blood slaves of opposite gender. Though a few of them still enjoy many partners." he shrugged and laid on the bed using his left hand as the pillow.

He pulled her in his arms and she obliged easily. She placed her head on his chest. How surprised she was that she could not hear the beating there. His right hand wrapped around her waist and he sighed.

"I have already refused Diana for you. Why would you doubt that I will meet other women behind your back?" That was not the question. The question was why did she care? It was all an act, then why did his touch feel so real.