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Fangs And Fate

“No matter what, never fall for the vampire king.” Kiara Whitman always knew her fate was twisted because she is the first hybrid, but things took a drastic turn when she was offered a contract marriage with the ruthless Valerian King. There was just one clause on the contract: "Falling for Adriel Valerian is equivalent to death.” But how could she follow such a clause? Her heart raced under his gaze, and when he spoke, her thoughts became foggy. It was clear as day that if the clause was meant to keep her alive, she wouldn’t survive. Unfortunately, Adriel, the vampire king, didn’t feel the same for her because he had his own plans for the hybrid princess; she was the key to everything he craved—his ultimate freedom from hell. He had sworn never to let himself fall for her because it would be messy; he had to be smart, vigilant, and stay in control. What will happen when Kiara finds out the real reason behind the contract marriage? Or when she discovers that she was just a tool for survival all along, just a possession to the vampire king and nothing less? Will she decide to leave for good or stay to find out her purpose? Or at least seduce the vampire king, if at all that’s possible.

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Banished Prince

"Which one of you was it?"

 

The dungeon's damp air pressed against my skin as I stalked down the stairs. My mother tensed up and stared at me. Her eyes were alert, and guilt lied heavy in her eyebags.

 

Hendrix rolled his eyes and drew in a raspy breath. "Move."

 

I straightened up and widened my shoulders. "You are not leaving till I get an explanation for the empty dungeon down there."

 

"Calm down."

 

"I am calm." I said through a mirthless laugh as I ran my eyes at the two suspects. "I can't promise to remain so merciful if I don't get a clear answer, though. I ask again, family. Which one of you was it?"

 

I pointed the blazing torch at Hendrix's face. The wild flames reflected his green eyes, and he then stared at me. They were stone-hard and defiant.

 

I sent the burning glow to see my mother's face. She didn't bother to look at the flames in my hand.