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Conquering His Cold Heart

Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18. For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster: King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom. The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human. Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart. Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well. *** [Excerpt] “Cas-pian…” And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss. He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.” Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet. So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

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Murderer

After reaching Silver Keep, Zenon went straight to Carl’s clinic. He wanted to relay the message from the King on the earliest day possible.

Unlike the other days, Carl’s clinic had a ‘closed’ sign pasted on the door.

“Closed?” Zenon furrowed his brows and then mumbled to himself, “I didn’t know the doctors also take leave. What is he busy with?”

Although the door said that the clinic was closed, the door was still open since it was the only way that could be used to get inside the house. So, Zenon thought of going inside and seeing if the doctor was in the house.

“Doctor Carl?” he stood at the end of the stairs and gave a voice. “Are you home? I had some urgent matter to discuss with you.”

Zenon heard a set of footsteps approaching, so he waited for a while, hoping that it was the doctor who was coming down.

However, he was disappointed when he heard the voice of a middle-aged woman. “Yes, who’s it?”