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?
My...Brunette?
Tatiana proffered a haughty smile, pulling Draven away with her.
Avelina could only stand on the marble-checkered floor alone, gazing at them. Her grip on her dress tightened, completely lost in her thoughts that all the couples waltzing around on the dance floor were nothing but blurred images to her.
Her heart pounded within her, and she furiously blinked her lashes. She turned around, walking away to the table where different types of alcoholic drinks were lined up. She grabbed a bottle of champagne and poured herself a glass.
Edward, who sat alone, could only watch her lonely figure take glass after glass of alcohol. His jaw clenched in annoyance, and he looked over at Draven, who was dancing with Tatiana, the urge to kill him overwhelming him.
If he were the one who had Avelina, he never would have left her like that! Of course, it was, as they said, no one knows the value of what they have until they lose it.