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?
Find Me?
In his study room, Mr. Bennet sat opposite Aedion with a photo in his hand.
"Who is this?" he asked, showing the photo to Aedion.
Aedion examined the photo and shook his head at him. "I do not know. Where did you get the photo from?"
"The DNA on that equipment, including the gloves, belongs to him," Mr. Bennet explained.
"Huh? How?" Aedion was a bit confused.
Mr. Bennet folded his arms. "I could not find any signs that the bazooka had been fired, but the DNA on it matched the one on the gloves. It would be insane if the bazooka was thoroughly cleaned before being dumped into that porthole, but I can very well say that those gloves were worn to use the bazooka."
"Hmmm…so this man is the suspect?" Aedion queried.
Mr. Bennet shook his head. "Not the suspect, but the culprit. Every piece of evidence points directly to him."
"I see." Aedion nodded, concurring.