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The Vampire King's Ghost Bride

"You are not no better than others. You are one of them, aren't you?" he whispered angrily. But his voice shook. Her hold on the knife faltered. "Why do you care? Mad that you are the one who is stabbed with a knife?" He stared back at her with hate and disgust as she slowly drove in the knife deeper into his unbeating heart. ~~~~~ Celia Heart is an orphaned child, living with a middle-aged couple, and their perverted son. From the age of 12 she is carrying a burden, which longs to unload. She also wants to find her origin, her biological family, but with a foster family like hers, she finds it highly unlikely to find her family. Vladimir Mercei, the feared vampire who rules Elm Brook has seen it all and knows that humans and his kind are not to be trusted. However, under the pressure of his council and to keep the throne, he begins to look for a bride. Celia doesn't agree to marry the great duke of Elm Brook. However, she still finds herself walking down the aisle. She looks at this marriage as an opportunity to look for her family. But with a vampire who trusts no one and somehow hates her with each passing day, will she be able to live in peace and get her wish fulfilled? ~~~~~ The book starts slow because it needs some groundwork before FL and ML can get together. But I promise after 20 chapters our beloved ML and FL gets more screen time. ~~~~~ FB: Asmayi S Instagram: asmayi_weaves

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43 Chs

35~ Tug Of Hearts

[Celia's POV]

She woke up feeling bewildered. At first, she couldn't figure out where she was until everything dawned upon her.

Everything including how the duke had kissed her and…

But…how could she have fallen asleep if she had woken up earlier?

She sat up and saw that the curtains had been drawn to the sides. There was a huge French window at the left of the bed from where sunlight filtered and illuminated the room. She oddly did not feel cold anymore as the rays of the sun warmed up the place.

Her mind wandered to the way the duke had kissed her lips, her throat… She gasped when she touched the area which felt tender. Her face might be resembling that of an apple by now.

How could she be so… loose? Why were her emotions so uninhabited when the duke touched her that way?

But where was he? She spotted her cloak draped on the chaise and got out of the bed. As she was putting it on, she heard a knock on the door.