Calista Rose, a 19-year-old girl who is so beautiful and innocent. Every man who sees her will surely fall in love with her and want to have her. But her fate is not as beautiful as her face. Her parents have died since she was little. She lives with her step-aunt and with a cousin who continues to torture her. Her fate becomes worse when two cruel vampire princes fell in love with her.
London, England. 2012.
In a room in the old castle, a young girl was lying naked on a bed. The dim light from the candles lit up her beautiful unconscious body. The door to the room opened and a man with short black hair walked in. His name was Cedric Valerius. He was the second son of The Vampire King.
Cedric stood by the girl staring at her lustfully, starting from her face, slowly down to her breasts and stopping at her pussy. His black eyes suddenly turned red like blood. He was like a wild animal that stalks its prey. He then took off his clothes slowly and moved so he was above her body.
Their faces were so close. His nose softly brushed against her cheek. He whispered in her left ear, his voice deep and gravelly.
"Wake up."
The girl opened her eyes, struck by his terrifying but handsome face. Fear wrapped around her body. She could not move nor speak. She could only feel.
"This is your first time, right? I will not be gentle with you. I want you to feel the pain and the suffering," he said, smiling devilishly.
He tucked his hand behind her neck and kissed her lips roughly. His lips then down to her neck. He could smell the blood rushing in her veins and grin drunkenly.
His face turned frightening when fangs elongated from under his lips and gleamed white under the dim lighting. Before she could blink, he bit her neck and drank her blood. He really enjoyed the feeling, drinking from her body.
His mouth full of blood, and some of it drips down from his lips onto her skin. Intense pain took over her body. A cold rivulet of fear ran down her spine as his eyes gripped hers.
"I can smell your fear, your pain, and your suffering. That's just the beginning. We still have a long night together. The real fun will soon begin," he said in a low whisper.
Tears trickled down her cheeks from her unblinking eyes as her soul screamed for mercy. He smiled with pleasure, seeing the fear and helplessness in her eyes. He truly enjoyed seeing her suffer.
She held her breath in pain as his hands squeezed her breasts while his mouth sucked, nibbled, tortured her nipples roughly. She kept struggling to move, but her body refused to obey her orders. She could only lie still and feel the pain.
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It was almost dawn when a man with long gray hair walked into the castle. The maids who were there couldn't take their eyes off him, mesmerized by his handsome face, his beautiful silver eyes.
His name was Vladimir Valerius. He was the first son of The Vampire King.
The butler bowed politely to greet his master.
"Where's Cedric?" Vladimir asked, raising his voice.
"Prince Cedric. He-he is in his room."
Anger burned within him after hearing what his butler said. He then moves like a shadow and now he was at the door of Cedric's room. He went in and he saw Cedric was sitting on the sofa, in his black nightgown, and the girl was lying dead on the bed. The wounds and the blood marks covered her pale naked body.
"What have you done! Why did you bite and kill her! Our father has forbidden us to do that! Why don't you obey his orders!" Vladimir said into Cedric's eyes.
Cedric smiled to cover his fear. "Brother, relax, take it easy. Our father is asleep and he won't know what I'm doing. I just wanted to have fun with her. I'm bored with drinking from a glass. Where's the fun in that?" he said.
Before Cedric could blink, Vladimir was in front of him, clutching his neck with his angry red eyes fixed on his eyes."Listen to me carefully! You cannot bite and kill them, or they will know about our existence. We cannot let them know! For them, we must never exist! Understood! If you still dare to disobey our father's orders, then you will die!"
Cedric stared into his brother's eyes with fear and anger. Not a single word came out of his mouth. It was clear on his face how much he feared and hated him.
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A gentle sunlight was streaming through the windows of the campus library room. Its cold light caressed the face of a girl who was sleeping in a chair with her head resting on the table in front of her.
Her name was Calista Rose. A 19-year-old girl who has long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She is so beautiful and innocent, like an angel. Every man who sees her will surely fall in love with her and want to have her.
"Calista... wake up."
Calista opened her eyes when she heard someone softly calling her name. She saw a girl who had short black hair and brown eyes sitting on the chair next to her with her eyes fixed on her face.
The girl's name was Alice Lee. She is a good friend of Calista. They have been friends since they were 7 years old. They both now studied at a university in London and majored in accounting.
Calista smiled at Alice as she leaned her back against her chair. Alice looking at her worriedly. "I'm so worried about you. You look so tired. If you continue like this, then you will get sick," she said.
"Don't worry, Alice. I'm fine," Calista said as she held Alice's hand. Calista didn't want her best friend to worry about her. She then looked at the watch on her hand. "Let's go now. It's almost time for work," she said as she looking back into Alice's eyes and stood up from her chair.
Alice sighed before she stood up from her chair. They both then left the place to go to the cafe where they worked.
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My name is Evelyn White. I'm 20 now. I Always believed my grandma's words. There is always good in everyone's heart no matter how cruel that person is. But ever since I meet him, I don't know if I can still believe what I believe. I cursed as well as blessed the day I met him. He is the devil who made my life hell. He took everything for me. He made me his sex slave. He made me no longer have my body and my heart because they already belonged to him.
My name is Evelyn Bloom. I'm 18 years old. My family owns a famous mall in New York City and I am the only successor in my family. I've never been in love before. I never thought that I would fall in love with my stepfather. This forbidden love makes me suffer but also makes my heart so happy. He has completely changed my boring life into something I have never felt before. But everything changed when I found out the truth. He made me feel like I had fallen from heaven to the depths of hell and there was no way for me to escape but to become his sex slave.
My name is Emily White. I'm 18. My mom died giving birth to me while my dad died two years ago of liver cancer. Since then, I have lived with my dad's sister. I love my aunt as much as she loves me. I thought I would live happily with my aunt, but I was wrong ... Life is not kind to me. I live this life with sadness and tears, but I will not give up, no matter what. I have to cherish the life my mom gave me even though my life is now like I'm living in hell. I truly wish I never met him that day. He is the devil who torments me in the deepest hell.
My name is Evelyn Bloom. I'm 18 years old. My family owns a famous mall in New York City and I am the only successor in my family. I've never been in love before. I never thought that I would fall in love with my stepfather. This forbidden love makes me suffer but also makes my heart so happy. He has completely changed my boring life into something I have never felt before. But everything changed when I found out the truth. He made me feel like I had fallen from heaven to the depths of hell and there was no way for me to escape but to become his sex slave.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."