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?
You're Such A Coward!
At this point, Natasha was tightly clenching her hands into fists, causing her knuckles to turn way more pale than they already were.
Ryan, who was pacing back and forth, stopped and turned to look at her.
"Natasha, how sure are you that she did it?" he questioned.
Natasha drew her head back, holding a look of disbelief. "What do you mean by that?"
Ryan took a deep breath. Anyone who looked at him could tell that he was somewhat fed up with Natasha's nagging.
"What I mean is, I don't want you to accuse someone without evidence. I understand that you do not like her, and neither do I, but I don't believe that she did it. She is not capable of it," he specified.
"What do you mean, "She is not capable of it?" Natasha asked. Irritation was written all over her face. "My love, don't tell me that you are starting to have an eye for—"