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Call Of The Dark

Driven by his need for revenge, Lazarus, the Lore’s most ruthless vampire, plots to seize the throne of Wilyra and rule it along with his betrothed, the fae goddess Maeve who thrives in a borrowed body. Lazarus has a perfect plan—until he finds Emmalyn, a young mortal who is the daughter of the rebel leader of blood vassals in his kingdom and an integral part of his plan. He captures the young girl to cast her soul out for Maeve. Emmalyn yearns for a better life to escape from her stepmother and an indifferent father. She never imagined that they would sell her to the royals to save her brother’s life. But there’s only one problem. Emmalyn tempts Lazarus beyond reason. As the time to cast her soul out draws closer, he must choose between his lust for the throne or his irresistible mortal. Will Lazarus succumb to lust for power and crown? Or will he risk it all to have a future with her? ___ This novel is a part of the series of Feral Confessions because of few common characters but is a standalone. Other books are: Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha, The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince, Ileus: The Dark Prince, Dark Hunger, The Alpha's Temptation Cover belongs to me. Cover artist: Michelle Lee

MishaK · Fantaisie
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201 Chs

Repayment

Naomi looked at her with wide eyes. She didn't know what to say to her and at the same time she was way too angry with her. "Just get out, Olya!" she snapped. "And don't show me your face. You would never understand!" 

Olya gulped down, feeling horribly humiliated. Her eyes prickled with tears but she blinked them away. "Naomi, I don't understand your agitation about this whole thing, but you can't talk to me like this. I have had enough of you ordering me around like a puppy who belongs to you. You have done whatever you liked with me. But now no more!" 

Shocked at her words, Naomi got up. She rose to her feet. Placing her hands on her hips she challenged Olya, "What are you going to do Olya? Huh?" 

Olya didn't back out. "I will just stop talking to you unless you come back to your senses." 

"My senses?" Naomi lifted her hand and slapped Olya hard across her face.