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?
Shall I Reveal It?
Natasha was shocked to the core.
"Did you just threaten me? Did you just call me a bloody bitch?" She was more than infuriated, as that would be an understatement. Her pupils were dilated and she was trembling as though she could burst at that moment.
"Yes, I did," Avelina validated. "What will you do about it?" she teased, her smile stretching all the way to her eyes.
Natasha's body shook uncontrollably, and she moved, about to react violently once again, but this time, Old Master Lenort grabbed her hand, stopping her.
"ENOUGH!" he shouted, completely fed up with their nonsense.
Then he looked at Draven. "What do you have to say? Your wife is guilty!"
Draven arched his brows.
"First of all, my wife is not guilty, and none of you have the right to accuse her. Your evidence is faulty."