A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
[SLOW BURN ROMANCE. RATED 18: NO RAPE] What if the sort of love you'd wanted and desired, only but a man incapable of love could give it to you–a man who has not the slightest of an idea what the word "Love" meant? ..... Vampires coexisted with humans for centuries without either side hunting or killing the other due to a peace treaty. They didn’t feed on human blood for so long either, but that changes when the first vampire auction is held. Six human slaves were sold, and among them included Avelina, a twenty-six-year-old woman. Avelina is sold to an infamous Vampire prince, Draven Delgaard, rumored to have committed heinous acts even amongst his kind. She fears for her life upon their first encounter, but to her utmost bewilderment, Draven Delgaard makes a deal with her. He sought the inheritance of the royal family, but to be qualified, he needed a wife. Since his kinds weren’t available due to his reputation, Avelina was one of the few options left. In exchange for her freedom, she will assist him in obtaining the inheritance. But this royal inheritance can only be acquired through the style of a chess game with other royal opponents. A game of strategy and survival. Should she succeed, her freedom shall be regained and it would be a win-win for both her and Draven. However, she soon realizes that success might come at a very heavy cost. Will Avelina and Draven be able to win the game of chess? Will they secure her freedom and inheritance, or will they fall victim to the dangerous machinations of the royal family?
ENOUGH!
Angered to the core, Old Master Lenort grabbed him and began to land a series of punches on him. But Valentine did not react. He simply covered his face with his arms, unwilling to retaliate.
"You think you have grown wild enough! Of course, you are worth nothing! Do you think that if there was a chance where you could once be useful, I wouldn't use you?" Old Master Lenort questioned. His eyes held no hint of remorse, but extreme hate.
Valentine's eyes flickered rapidly, and unnoticed by anyone, a single bubble of tear that had broken in his eyes fell and dripped onto the floor.
"Why would I care about you? You should be grateful to me, you brat! You should be grateful that I didn't kill you while you were an infant! You should be grateful that I raised you to this point!"