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?
Did You Just Hit Me?!
Natasha switched her attention to him and slightly bowed her head.
"Father, the royal necklace you bestowed on me has gone missing."
Her eyes were twitching as though the sudden welled-up tears in them would slip any moment from then on.
Ryan was shocked. Not just him, but the whole family as well, excluding Draven and Valentine, who looked as though they already expected it.
Avelina, who had absolutely no idea of the royal necklace, glanced around in confusion. Was it very important? She wondered, considering that Natasha looked as though she could cry anytime soon.
Old Master Lenort's expression turned ashen. "What do you mean by that? Where and how did you lose it? Who took it?"
"I didn't lose it, Father. Someone stole it," Natasha replied, the tears in her eyes starting to drop.
Old Master Lenort asked with a raised brow, "And do you know who took it?"