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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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The Aftermath of the Battle

Nicholas looked around the ground that had turned into the battlefield to look for any signs of werewolves that were still breathing. Most of the bodies on the ground lay unmoving, a few were still struggling and were trying to get back up on their feet.

“Don’t let anyone escape from here. Finish them off,” Nicholas shouted out the order to his worn-out soldiers.

All of his soldiers had put up their best fights. More than half of them had to fight two werewolves at once. And fighting while also defending themselves from the attack was very challenging for them.

A few of those who still had their stamina walked up to the enemies who were still breathing. And they all did what their leader ordered them to do.

Nicholas spat on the ground and thought, ‘Their stench mixed with the smell of their blood is making me nauseous.’