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The Vampire King's Ghost Bride

"You are not no better than others. You are one of them, aren't you?" he whispered angrily. But his voice shook. Her hold on the knife faltered. "Why do you care? Mad that you are the one who is stabbed with a knife?" He stared back at her with hate and disgust as she slowly drove in the knife deeper into his unbeating heart. ~~~~~ Celia Heart is an orphaned child, living with a middle-aged couple, and their perverted son. From the age of 12 she is carrying a burden, which longs to unload. She also wants to find her origin, her biological family, but with a foster family like hers, she finds it highly unlikely to find her family. Vladimir Mercei, the feared vampire who rules Elm Brook has seen it all and knows that humans and his kind are not to be trusted. However, under the pressure of his council and to keep the throne, he begins to look for a bride. Celia doesn't agree to marry the great duke of Elm Brook. However, she still finds herself walking down the aisle. She looks at this marriage as an opportunity to look for her family. But with a vampire who trusts no one and somehow hates her with each passing day, will she be able to live in peace and get her wish fulfilled? ~~~~~ The book starts slow because it needs some groundwork before FL and ML can get together. But I promise after 20 chapters our beloved ML and FL gets more screen time. ~~~~~ FB: Asmayi S Instagram: asmayi_weaves

Asmayi22 · Fantasy
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43 Chs

37 ~ Tending To His Wounds

[Celia's POV]

She followed Vladimir as he limped while dragging Lucian. And then.. she saw it.

Blood. He was leaving small drops of blood in his wake. Celia's eyes widened.

How did he hurt himself?

"Your Highness, stop," she pleaded and ran up to him. She stood in front of him, barricading his way. The intensity with which two pairs of eyes looked at her, made her want to move back and leave their path.

But no. The duke was hurt and at the moment, what he needed was aid.

"Move out of my way," the duke snarled.

Lucian easily freed himself and said, "I knew you wouldn't be able to be without me."

Celia looked at Lucian incredulously before realizing that the duke had become oddly silent.

She glanced at him to find how still he was standing. His skin looked paler in the daylight, and the clenched jaw told Celia that whatever wound he had sustained was making him suffer.