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Bride of the Vampire King

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

Aee_sharh20 · Fantasia
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Escape -part two

"Come with me," Caleat said, leading her into the forest as the witches started to chase them. The witches didn't look normal, some resembled the morphed witch they'd seen in the building earlier, while others had extended tentacles or roots protruding from their bodies.

"Do you know what's wrong with the witches?" Eve asked the reaper.

"I don't know. It seems like they've undergone some serious modifications," Caleat replied as they wheezed through the first trees. Yes, she could see that, Eve thought to herself as she vaulted over a fallen log in her path.

More branches began to fall, and she had to duck, dodge, or jump to avoid being hit. The leaves scraped against her skin, leaving itchy welts in their wake.