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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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258 Chs

Source of Light

Bel tasted fear, bile, and anger. It was such an overwhelming rush of feelings that at first, she didn't know what to do. She had too much open skin to cover and barely enough hands.

Giselle stepped in front of her immediately. "Your Highness," she bent her knees, still placing herself between Bel and Davien.

Bel snapped out of it and quickly grabbed the towel, laying it across herself. She clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to scold him. They were in the presence of servants, and she doubted it would make a good first impression to scream at their prince.

"Giselle," Davien called, but kept his gaze on Bel's bosom. Though now covered, his gaze didn't deter.

"Yes, Your Highness," she responded with her head low.

Davien slowly lifted his gaze to Bel's face. Her slightly puffed and reddened face glared back at him. He could clearly see the anger in her eyes, and he smirked as if amused. This angered Bel more, but she held her tongue.