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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

40~ Manifesting Traits

[Vladimir's POV]

"How is that possible?" Maeve asked incredulously. Vladimir chuckled although he felt his wounds burn, the healing skin pulling lightly.

"This is not a chuckling matter. I saved her from your brother's greedy paws for that reason. If she is harmed, you think her parents will let our family off the hook?" She hissed.

Vladimir's lips thinned. Maeve clicked her tongue irritatedly.

"I know you are thinking how she ended up being a servant then," she muttered, pacing back and forth near the foot of the bed.

"You think they did not look for her?" He asked, more to himself than her. Maeve made a noise at the back of her throat as she flopped down at the foot of the bed. Vladimir did not stop her because he knew she wouldn't care. The woman had never been one for obeying and minding propriety. The fact that one is not supposed to just sit on a duke's bed unless they are family or spouse, or ordered to, was completely ignored.