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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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The Runaway

Faraway from the relatively peaceful night in Sorvando, the same night seemed to be a little harsh on select few people in Xanmar.

Regulus was still doing everything in his power to come closer to catching the murderer of his brother. No matter how bad his relationship with Romulus was, he still wanted to find the culprit and give them the harshest punishment.

After all, his pride didn’t allow him to let the murderer of the bearer of his family name roam around freely.

“Has there been any progress, Milord?” Jake asked Regulus after joining the young lord in the garden in the middle of the night.

Regulus was sitting down on a rocking chair with his legs crossed. He had a burning cigar in between his lips. Although the weather was a little chilly, Regulus was enjoying the soft cool breeze, and also the company.

Regulus lifted his eyes from the battered and bruised man who was kneeling in front of him with his head down and glanced at Jake who had just joined him.