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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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Don’t Ignore Me

“Sure, sure.” The guard who was standing in front of Everard snorted in between his laugh and taunted Everard even more. “If you are the King of Xanmar then I am the General of Orsenia.”

All the others laughed even louder when they heard that comment from their fellow guard. None of them suspected for even one second that what the visitor was saying could be actually true.

It was not their fault for not believing Everard’s words though. Right now, Everard didn’t even look like a nobleman, let alone a King.

His clothes were covered with dust and sweat from all that running. Even his face and tied-up hair looked very dirty as a result of dust particles being stuck in his sweat. To make matter worse, Everard was carrying a traveler’s bag. And he wasn’t accompanied by any guards, nor did he arrive there in a grand carriage.

The laughter and mockery from the guards didn’t take a name of stopping.