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?
Aren't You Happy?
Valentine nodded and ended the call. His hands dropped to the side, and he lifted his head to stare at the sky. Patiently, he waited for Olive. From the looks of it, the sun would rise soon.
The rustling sound behind Valentine snapped him out of the daze he'd been in for long minutes now. He slowly turned around to see Olive, who'd retracted his wings.
"Val…" Olive took a step towards him, immediately pulling him into his arms and hugging him. "You scared me. Why would you leave without telling me? What are you doing up here? And what happened to your wings? What have you done to—"
"Olive…" Valentine wrapped his arms around him, embracing him. He buried his face in his chest, inhaling his scent. "You shouldn't have come," he mumbled.
"What do you mean?" Olive was gently caressing his hair, hoping to calm him down. "Why wouldn't I have come?"
"I was going to kill myself." Valentine sobbed.