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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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Comfort

Vincent’s heart left his chest when he found Tilla crouching on the floor with her head resting on the rug. His hands were already laced with the strong smell of the werewolf blood. So, he couldn’t quite tell if Tilla was hurt and if she was bleeding or not from the angle she was lying.

He wanted to call her, but his voice got stuck in his throat when he saw her unmoving.

He slowly walked inside the room while trying to take a look at Tilla’s forehead to see if she was badly injured. He could hear her breathing, but he wasn’t sure if she was still conscious.

‘Why did I have to push the door so hard?’ Vincent cursed himself in his mind and stopped behind Tilla.

He gulped and slowly held out his hand to touch Tilla on her back. But he sharply inhaled and refrained from doing so when he saw the state of his hand – all red and sticky with dried blood. And to add to that, his dirty claws were still on full display.