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~Bleeding Hearts~

[Mature Content] 1# To Love a Vampire. A marriage to cure a curse. An unwilling bride. When the first Prince of Vampires asks for her hand in marriage, Bel is repulsed by this and vehemently refuses. She always imagined her husband would be like her sister’s. A handsome man who shares similar interests with her. He doesn’t need to be royalty. All that matters is that they were in love. Davien got the handsome part down but unfortunately, nothing else. To top it all, he is a vampire. However, she won’t have minded his terrible traits if she loves him but she doesn’t, and neither does he love her. When her father says she has no option but to marry him, Bel vows to do everything in her power to make Davien hate her. If she can’t stop him from marrying her, she can at least make him end the marriage. She will be the worst bride ever. But what happens when Davien can handle her antics and shows nothing but love to her regardless of what she does? 2# To Want a Vampire A girl who won’t speak—or perhaps can’t—only shaking in terror but the scars on her body tell Stelian everything he needs to know about the horrors she’s endured. For Mallory, life has never been kind. Her mother’s death at age thirteen marked the start of her descent into further darkness. Two years later, her father would sell her to vampires, condemning her to unspeakable torment. After three grueling years, Mallory escapes, only to fall into the hands of vampires once again. But this time, she encounters someone different—someone without the red eyes she has come to loathe. Yet, when she learns that he too craves blood, just like those who shattered her body, spirit, and soul, Mallory must confront her deepest fears. Can she open herself to him, or will he become yet another nightmare in her endless cycle of suffering? (Volume 2 will start in January)

GinaStanley · Fantasia
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Hold Back

Bel felt her throat go dry at the look in his eyes. It was hard to describe, but she knew if she leaned in just a little more, he would pull her in, and she wouldn't be able to escape. The worst part was, she wanted to lean in, despite knowing this.

"Bel," he called, leaning closer. She felt his breath against her shoulder; it wasn't cold. "Won't you tell me? You liked it, didn't you?"

Bel scrunched her face to show feigned displeasure. She knew she would rather die than tell him exactly what she thought, but she found that she couldn't lie either. She hated that all she could think about was whether he was going to kiss her or not. He was close enough to do so, and it didn't help that his eyes were locked on her lips.

"'Like' is a strong word," she said instead, trying to get off his leg, but his hand held her still.

"I didn't say thank you," he whispered. "Even though you said you'd never do it, you still gave me your blood when I needed it."