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#R18
#BETRAYAL
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#HISTORICAL
#LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT
#ROYALFAMILY
#ALPHA
#FORBIDDENLOVE

Underneath the coldness of my skin

[MATURE THEMES] Never in her life had Celeste thought of waking up in the middle of the night at the horrendous screams of her parents nor finding out the man she had loved to her bone would do the dreadful deed of assisting his dad in killing her parents in the greed of power and wealth.  The grief and heartbreak she had gone through was one of hell and seeing the facade of her ex-partner's father falling before her feet the next night trapped inside the walls of her chamber when he tried to assault her was frighteningly alarming which left her with no way but to flee the Kingdom she grew up in. The palace where she only had the best of memories until that unfortunate night when she unwillingly had to let go of the people who gave birth to her. Who she loved to death.  Then again, never in her life had Celeste thought there will be a moment she will be brought to the kingdom of Elyznh— which she heard about a lot but didn't though one day she will be setting foot there and living a life pretending to be a human when the blood flowing inside her nerves were pure Vampire— living with werewolves nor falling in love with a werewolf. Her secret is her's only, and when she dies it will become mere ashes as she is and rose in the sky, until then no one needs to know.

oceaanblues · Fantastique
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60 Chs
#R18
#BETRAYAL
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#HISTORICAL
#LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT
#ROYALFAMILY
#ALPHA
#FORBIDDENLOVE

You set my skin ablaze with the sparkle of your touch...

What did Celeste ever do that made fate so cruel to her?

She had no tears left in her eyes to cry. She had cried enough for an eternity in the past few weeks. Never had she ever thought she would have a moment in her life that she would take a hard way to crawl out of her misery.

Celeste wished the ground beneath her would swallow her up and take her pain away. What was the point of living anyway? She bit down on her bottom lip when a cry tried to break out of her mouth, hands clenching on the marble floor.

No, she ain't crying again.

"Enough of the drama. Rise on your feet now." The Queen's frightening voice rose in the air again, just to haunt her. No, she doesn't think her feet could make her stand anymore. If she would stand up now, it would only cause her to fall down. It will only be a fruitless attempt.