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?
But...Did You Mean It?
Draven flickered his eyes.
"B-bullying you. I did no such thing!"
Avelina scowled at him. "Yes, you did!"
"Okay fine! You want to win?" Draven asked.
Avelina nodded with all seriousness. "Of course I do. You think I enjoy losing?"
"Then I will let you win," Draven spoke with his hands folded. "However, do keep in mind that you didn't win because you genuinely beat me. It was because I allowed you to."
This caused Avelina's expression to turn ugly. "You wicked vampire shi—urghhhhh!"
"You just had to make it worse!"
Draven shrugged. "I did nothing. It is not my fault that you cannot beat me."
"Shall we begin?" He smirked at her.
Avelina clicked her tongue at him, annoyed. She shifted her chair closer and cracked her knuckles.
Draven moved his hand to touch one of his pieces, but Avelina slapped his hand.
"Not. Yet!" she emphasized.
"Huh?" Draven was confused. "Why? What have I done this time?"