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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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Stages of Love

After crossing the field in no time, Vincent turned around to look if Caspian had taken the bait and was running while carrying his wife.

However, he was disappointed when he saw them right by the road. “Ugh! Why aren’t they running yet?” he mumbled to himself and looked down at Tilla.

Tilla was tightly closing her eyes, holding her breath, and clutching Vincent’s shirt as if she was clinging for her life.

The last time Vincent had carried her, she wasn’t fully conscious due to the blood loss. And she barely recalled how it felt to be swept faster than the wind. But now that she was fully conscious, she felt like her soul had escaped from her body when Vincent dashed like that.

Vincent widened his eyes upon realizing that he might have run a little too fast for Tilla. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked her while fearing that she might spit on him or punch him or do something like that as an act of revenge.