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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?

AngelLily · แฟนตาซี
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415 Chs

Lumian?

Olive dilated his eyes at him, annoyed.

"You—"

"It doesn't matter if it's your house or not. You shouldn't make your guest uncomfortable!" Valentine scoffed.

"Guest?" Olive looked at him in amusement, miffed. "You aren't a guest if you came to my fucking house unannounced. Not even Loui comes to my house like this!"

Valentine glanced at him and stood up to his feet. "I guess I'm special then." He began to unbutton his shirt.

"You wish." Olive threw his head back, shutting his eyes in weariness.

Valentine laughed, opening the last button on his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Olive asked, his head still thrown back on the sofa.

"'Too hot." Valentine's voice was low and barely audible.

"Huh?" Olive finally lifted her head and glanced at him. He was all red as if he had a very bad fever. "What's wrong with you?" He was sincerely apprehensive.

Valentine shook his head at him. "I'm not sure. But I think it's my heat."