A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
[SLOW BURN ROMANCE. RATED 18: NO RAPE] What if the sort of love you'd wanted and desired, only but a man incapable of love could give it to you–a man who has not the slightest of an idea what the word "Love" meant? ..... Vampires coexisted with humans for centuries without either side hunting or killing the other due to a peace treaty. They didn’t feed on human blood for so long either, but that changes when the first vampire auction is held. Six human slaves were sold, and among them included Avelina, a twenty-six-year-old woman. Avelina is sold to an infamous Vampire prince, Draven Delgaard, rumored to have committed heinous acts even amongst his kind. She fears for her life upon their first encounter, but to her utmost bewilderment, Draven Delgaard makes a deal with her. He sought the inheritance of the royal family, but to be qualified, he needed a wife. Since his kinds weren’t available due to his reputation, Avelina was one of the few options left. In exchange for her freedom, she will assist him in obtaining the inheritance. But this royal inheritance can only be acquired through the style of a chess game with other royal opponents. A game of strategy and survival. Should she succeed, her freedom shall be regained and it would be a win-win for both her and Draven. However, she soon realizes that success might come at a very heavy cost. Will Avelina and Draven be able to win the game of chess? Will they secure her freedom and inheritance, or will they fall victim to the dangerous machinations of the royal family?
Coffee Would Work
Valentine shook his head.
"Not exactly. I don't really want to leave, but there is a reason why I must go. I need to be at home."
"Oh…" Olive nodded his head.
"Well, that's fine." He turned around and began to walk to his room.
Valentine stared at his fading figure. He took a deep breath and plopped down on the couch.
It may not be his business, but from what he heard, he was sure that something was going on with Avelina. Why else would Olive be getting information on her fears? He is also sure that Draven must have been the one who asked him to get the information.
Could she be sick? Or maybe something much worse. They could not possibly be trying to kill her, right? He frowned and let out a soft whiff.
"I must find out what is going on," he mumbled to himself.
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Patiently, he slept to kill time. Once it was four in the afternoon, he got up, showered, and wore his clothes.