Every vampire heir was supposed to turn naturally at the age of five. He was still human at fifteen. Suddenly home was no longer safe. He could feel them everywhere and they could almost taste his innocent blood at the tip of their fangs. Human! Their eyes glowed. Human! Their senses peeked. Their prince was human. Run Adam Run. He ran. For seven years he hid. They forgot about him. Then a new queen was crowned. The daughter of the traitor that ruined his life. Just when he thought his life could be normal, the hunt began again and he had no idea if it was because he was seen as a threat or because few years back, he might have just rejected her as mate. She was the icy vampire General. Her mere presence screamed power. Her cold eyes discharged fear. Her aura commanded submission. After she was tricked into relinquishing her throne to her sister, she was made to take to take an oath of allegiance, to protect her sister for the rest of her life. But Evangel was no angel. If she couldn't physically hurt her sister then she could hurt the mate. For her revenge, she was ready to play his game of hide and seek.
Breathe Adam. Breathe.
My legs wouldn't stop burning. My ribs were threatening to tear out of my skin. My lung burned from lack of oxygen.
Breathe Adam Breathe.
My vision was blurred with tears. My throat was dry and dehydrated. My whole body was covered in sweat.
Breathe Adam Breathe.
They were coming. They were behind me. They were naturally faster but I couldn't stop. Even when the angels of death were just behind.
Breathe Adam Breathe.
They were just discovering I was gone. It would only take seconds for them to catch me. Nothing could outrun them.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
I reached for the oil in my sachel and applied it quickly on my body. Holding on to the nearest tree branch, I forced myself up.
Breathe Adam Breathe.
The sudden rush of wind told me they were closeby. Branch by branch, I pushed into the canopy of leaves. I settled at the top, hiding among the leaves. I glanced down.
Breathe.....no don't breathe. Don't breathe...
They stopped just below me, squinting their eyes to see beyond the night. Ears peaked to pick up to the slightest sound. Skin tamed to feel the slightest displacement of air.
Don't breathe. Don't breathe.
"I can't pick his scent, commander" One spoke. My heart kept pounding a million times harder.
"I know. The scent might be gone but he's still here. Comb the entire forest. He's here somewhere" The Commander's cold voice made every hair on my skin stand.
I know him. I know all of them.
Traitors. Traitors. Traitors.
Gaziah, my father's second-in-command. The others were soldiers. Soldiers who took an oath of loyalty to the kingdom and my father.
You're not one of them. They're all traitors. Traitors.
I glanced down in disdain as more arrived and spread into the forest. I remembered the reason I was running in the first place. The reason I was goin through all these. Tears strolled down my cheeks.
"Commander, you need to return at once" Another voice spoke suddenly. I think he's just arriving. I sighed in relief.
"The palace has been breached. The royal family are under attack" He continued and a gasp escaped my lips.
I quickly forced a hand over my mouth and thankfully they were too distracted by the news to notice. My family is under attack?. My chest tightened.
Breathe Adam Breathe.
I glanced down in disdain as more arrived and spread into the forest. I remembered the reason I was running in the first place. The reason I was goin through all these. Tears strolled down my cheeks.
"Commander, you need to return at once" Another voice spoke suddenly. I think he's just arriving. I sighed in relief.
"The palace has been breached. The royal family are under attack" He continued and a gasp escaped my lips.
I quickly forced a hand over my mouth and thankfully they were too distracted by the news to notice. My family is under attack?. My chest tightened.
Breathe Adam Breathe.
"Retreat to the palace at once" Gaziah commanded and tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched them zoom off. A son escaped my lips. It was all my fault. All my fault for being different.
All my fault for being a weak pathetic human!
Tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I remained on the spot, crying my pathetic self out. I did this. I caused it all. My family is going to pay for my mistakes.
Why didn't I turn like every royal blood?.
Why couldn't I be a full blooded vampire like I was supposed to?. Why human? Why human?.
It was too late to change anything. If I had to live then I had to move. It'd be only a matter of time before they find me. I jumped off the tree and resumed running through the dark silent forest.
I kept running without looking back. Then I heard rushing of water and I took an inward sigh. The waterfall was the link between our dark world and the humans' merry earth.
Almost there...just a little more...
I reached the waterfall but before I could think of stopping, a force sent me to the ground. Panic set in immediately. I have been caught! Caught! Caught! Caught!.
Tears pricked my eyes. I'm going to die.
"So delicious" A feminine voice whispered. My breath hitchd as I felt her fangs on my neck. I couldn't tell what she looked like cause she attacked me from behind.
"P..please let m..me go.." My voice cracked as I pleaded. Even though I knew she didn't literally have a functioning heart, a part of me hopef that the metal in her chest could at least melt a little.
"So pleasant..your scent.." she whimpered ignoring my plea. Why didn't I apply more of that oil?. I knew there was no way out.
"Mine... you're mine..." Her possessive voice bellowed and that was when I truly panicked. I reached inside my sachel withou thinking and grabbed the silver blade. Without second thoughts, I thrust the blade into her side.
"No... I don't w..want to be y-yours" I cried, shoving her off and dived into the river. I swam away ignoring her agony.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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.
Angus Smith is the most powerful president who controls the national economy, while Tammy Wood is a seriously disfigured lady who was exiled by her family. However, she had been loving him for over 15 years since she met him at the age of 5. Thus when he proposed a marriage, she was so happy that she expected a new life. However, the truth was that their marriage was totally a plot. Upon the truth being revealed, Tammy was almost torn to pieces and escaped from him with their baby. Four years later, she was stopped by Angus as soon as she came back. It seems that Angus has regretted what he had done. So he just holds Tammy in arms tightly and decides to love her forever and ever!
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"