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Call Of The Dark

Driven by his need for revenge, Lazarus, the Lore’s most ruthless vampire, plots to seize the throne of Wilyra and rule it along with his betrothed, the fae goddess Maeve who thrives in a borrowed body. Lazarus has a perfect plan—until he finds Emmalyn, a young mortal who is the daughter of the rebel leader of blood vassals in his kingdom and an integral part of his plan. He captures the young girl to cast her soul out for Maeve. Emmalyn yearns for a better life to escape from her stepmother and an indifferent father. She never imagined that they would sell her to the royals to save her brother’s life. But there’s only one problem. Emmalyn tempts Lazarus beyond reason. As the time to cast her soul out draws closer, he must choose between his lust for the throne or his irresistible mortal. Will Lazarus succumb to lust for power and crown? Or will he risk it all to have a future with her? ___ This novel is a part of the series of Feral Confessions because of few common characters but is a standalone. Other books are: Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha, The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince, Ileus: The Dark Prince, Dark Hunger, The Alpha's Temptation Cover belongs to me. Cover artist: Michelle Lee

MishaK · Kỳ huyễn
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Solution

Maeve stormed to her and ordered her maid to pack her clothes for Samhain. She wasn't going to let Emma go with Lazarus to Upper North Jupan. 

"What else would you like me to put in the trunk for you?" her maid asked her meekly, almost trembling with fear. Maeve was known to get angry very fast and sometimes used magic to punish her maids seriously. There was not a single maid who wasn't bruised or cut when working for her. And for that reason, most of them would run away or find excuses to not work for her. 

She sneered. "Don't you know by now what all I take?" 

Shivering under her harsh gaze, the maid replied, "I have kept everything you would need, m'lady." 

"Then why are you asking me?" She came close to the maid and slapped her tight.

The maid stifled her scream, holding her right cheek that stung. Tears flooded her eyes. "I—I am sorry, m'lady." 

"Get out!" she growled.