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?
Everything Was Fine!
Avelina glanced at him, grabbing a handful of his hair. "Okay."
Draven was quiet for a few seconds, as though contemplating. Through the mirror, he glimpsed Avelina. "Between a park and a restaurant, which would you like to go to?"
Avelina was instantly at a loss. She wrinkled her brows, confused. "I don't…understand." She shook her head.
Draven let out a soft breath. Of course, she would be perplexed. This was why he suggested being straightforward, but Valentine was against that! Now, what was he to do?
He rubbed his temple, stressed.
Avelina, who could glimpse his annoyed expression, let go of the hair that she had neatly packed into a man bun. She walked over to stand next to him and folded her arms.
"Is something wrong?"
Draven lifted his head, looking at her. He shook his head. "No. I am just trying to figure out a way to ask what I have in mind."
"What is that?" Avelina's interest was piqued.