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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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Another Entanglement

*Kiara's POV*

I was beginning to forget.

I wasn't just some kind of person like the others. I was the hybrid with a failed engagement to my name now too. These people had an awful way of reminding you of your place.

 

And I got the message clearly: I did not belong here.

I had accepted it before, but being shoved back into their mist renewed the experience all over again. It was like fresh blood from the old wound.

 

"Didn't she marry the Valerian Prince?"

"I heard he got bored of her."

"What is she even doing here? At least have some dignity."

My fellow werewolf peers casually sneered at me as if I were somehow deaf. I was also beginning to think they wanted me to hear them. Their disdain was evident in their glares and whispers...loud whispers, and they didn't bother to mask their hate and disgust.

I wasn't in such a high mood; their words couldn't break me down anymore than I already was anyway.