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?
Please Stop!
Santino was meant to visit him empty-handed.
Erawada could have taken care of him—he was her son after all, but she was prohibited from seeing him. For three years now, she has never glimpsed her son, nor has Draven seen even a reflection of her.
Erawada had only been relying on Santino, who was available to tell her about the everyday condition of his son.
"Young master, are you alright?" Santino could not hide the fact that he was holding in his tears. He tucked Draven's hair behind his ear and helped him up into a sitting position.
"Santino…" Draven's voice was hoarse. He had not had a sip of water or a sip of blood for three days now. He felt dry and as though he would lose his consciousness.
"Where is my mother? You said…you said she would come see me today…" His words were not quite audible, but Santino was able to catch onto them.