Prince Rohan entered his company building, paying little attention to the greetings he received from his startled employees. His focus was fixed on the direction of the elevator, eager to reach his office. "How was your trip to Morocco, sir?" a brunette asked as she approached him. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, and a deepened frown slowly appeared on her face when she noticed the idle employees enchanted by their boss. “What are you all doing?! get back to work, this instant!" she berated at them and it seemed to work as they quickly dispersed."I can see you've been doing your job well while I was away," Prince Rohan commented with a displeased expression, which seemed to please his company's manager. He stepped into the elevator, accompanied by the lady. "To my office," he instructed without glancing at her. Understanding his command, she softly pressed one of the elevator buttons, and they began to ascend. Prince Rohan noticed the woman's tensed demeanor from the corner of h
Avery gradually opened her eyes, shielding them from the sun's rays peering through the window. Still in her pajamas, she threw off the duvet and closed the blinds, dimming the room. She made her way to her father's bedroom and found him asleep in bed. Smiling, she gazed at his face briefly before heading downstairs to the living room. As she entered, the aroma of cooking filled her senses, piquing her curiosity. She ventured into the kitchen to find Jeffery preparing breakfast. "Good morning," she greeted him with a smile, but he only glanced at her, nodding in acknowledgment, and continued his task. Curious, she inquired, "What are you making?" Jeffery wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "Since both you and your father were still asleep, I decided to prepare breakfast. Wouldn't want you to go hungry." She chuckled before her expression turned serious. "I wanted to apologize," she began, meeting his gaze as he looked puzzled. "For what?" he asked, flinging a towel over h
Avery met his daring gaze with disbelief etched on her face. Her palms were sweaty and she felt her legs go numb to the realization that she was standing before one of the richest men in the society. Her mouth fell wide open and yet, no sound escaped from it. Prince Rohan gently patted on the seat next to him while she swallowed nervously. “Come take a sit beside me.” He offered with a reassuring smile and Avery hesitantly complied. Convinced that she was alright, the crowd had dispersed and left her. At that moment, Avery wished they hadn’t left her there to face him all alone. She had heard countless stories of the arrogant vampire royal before her and so, she was deeply terrified, within her. She cleared her throat “I’m so sorry, sir. I never intended to-” “My car?” he asked, interrupting her with a raise of his palm. He had a cold demeanor as he spoke to her, uninterested in what explanation she was about to give to him. “Excuse me?” Avery asked in disbelief as she couldn’t pr
The air was thick with the aromas of exotic spices and delicately prepared dishes. The table groaned under the weight of platters overflowing with succulent meats, roasted vegetables, and delectable desserts. Servants flitted around, eager to cater to the every whim of the only three people sitting around the table, In silence. Lord Ericson, sat at the head of the table. His piercing eyes surveyed the room, his expression stern and unyielding. Rohan, sat opposite him. His face, flushed with determination as he looked his father in the eye. At the other end of the table, Genera, Rohan’s younger sister, observed the tense scene with wide eyes. Her heart raced as she witnessed the clash between her father and brother, unsure of what the outcome might be. She knew that her father’s traditions and expectations held immense weight in their immortal society. The atmosphere crackled with tension as Lord Ericson spoke with a voice as cold as the night itself. “Rohan, I cannot comprehend why
It’s another day at work, and unlike she normally would, Avery had a frown on her face as she worked. She was distracted by the thought of having to go to a dance hosted by vampires, with a vampire prince. Her mood had been soured ever since she struck that deal with him. It had already been three days since she saw the prince and she had never called him. She wasn’t planning to anyways. She could remember getting a phone call from Amber, who did not bother to hide how disappointed she was. “Is there a problem?” a girl asked as she walked toward Avery, who sat on an empty seat beside the counter. She had short brown hair, jade green eyes, and smooth pale skin. Her lips were alluring and small. Her eyes looked innocent and caring. “I’m fine…maybe just exhausted.” Avery told her as she tried to force a small smile but ended up failing miserably. Noticing the frown on the girl’s face, she sighed. “It’s personal,” she said, and the girl nodded. “Then perhaps you can rest for a while,
Jeffery’s gaze hardened as he locked eyes with Avery, a tumultuous mix of jealousy and anger evident in his expression. His heart raced, and his grip tightened by his side. He couldn’t fathom why Avery appeared drawn to this enigmatic stranger, intensifying his frustration.“Avery, how could you?” Jeffery snapped, his voice tinged with bitterness. “What do I mean to you?” he questioned, while Avery looked back at him, puzzled, as their co-workers observed the unfolding drama.“What are you talking about?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow, not comprehending the meaning behind his question. She knew of his love for her, but unfortunately, she couldn’t reciprocate those feelings, no matter how hard she tried to.Though she sensed the jealousy lacing his words, she didn’t want to assume it was about Damien, as she believed they had an understanding. Arching a questioning brow, she watched as Jeffery aggressively advanced toward Damien. She was alarmed as she knew if he was to start a figh
Sitting before the mirror in her room, Avery stared at the reflection of a beautiful woman staring back at her. Although she looked beautiful and should be happy, she wasn’t. Her hair was tied into a bun and a corset was tied around her arms. It’s been a week since she last saw Damien and was missing him already. “You look beautiful. I can’t believe you are going to a dance with one of the richest men in the world!” Amber exclaimed in excitement as she still couldn’t believe it. Avery smiled slightly at her and sighed. She didn’t want to go to the dance and she wished there was something she could do, to miss it. “You should be happy you know? Not everyone are lucky to have this kind of opportunity.” Amber said to her and Avery smiled, placing her hand on Amber’s . “Thanks.” She said and stood up. She could see a silhouette standing at the door, from the mirror. Whipping her head around, she could see her father, staring at her with a smile on his face. “Dad.” She called and walke
"Are you okay?" Rohan asked her with concern, ignoring the whispers around them. He could hear the mockery in those whispers, and it upset him."I'm fine," Avery replied with a smile as she took off her shoes and stood up, nearly toppling over him.She had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life, as she did in that moment. Tears threatened to burst out, and she could feel her eyes stinging terribly.She dusted herself off and stared at the spot where she thought she had seen Damien standing, but there was no one there, except for a couple who stood together, staring back at her."Is something wrong?" Rohan asked her, and she turned to look at him before nodding. "Perhaps you'd like to have a drink, then," he suggested hesitantly.Even he couldn't deny that he felt utterly embarrassed, despite his attempts to conceal it.He led her off the dance floor and towards one of the bar sections in the room. As they approached the counter, the bartender nodded while discreetly observing Ave
Amber stared at his extended hand for a while before taking it, much to Avery’s relief. However, she quickly withdrew her hand, while not trying to conceal her displeased look. She glanced at Avery with a look that seemed to want to know why she was with Damien.She had always hated the vampires after her father had been killed by one. Ever since then, she always saw them as bad news and threats. Only she knew that she would never trust a single one of them and if given the chance, she would have them go into extinction. Although she hated Damien for being a vampire, she controlled herself to not say horrible things to him, because of her best friend.“Can we go now?” She asked and Avery nodded with a slight smile on her face. She quickly turned around and headed toward her parked car. “Excuse me, but what is he doing?” She couldn’t help but ask as she observed Damien and realized he was following them!“About that, I invited him to my house tonight,” Avery replied, forcing Amber to t
Damien stared at her with a slight frown on his face. He wasn't expecting her to react this way. "You don't want to see me?" he asked her, but she sighed and remained silent.She did not respond as her eyes caught the sight of her purse in his hand. "You stole my purse?" she asked, reaching out to take it.Her hand was stopped mid-air by his. His gaze burrowed through her eyes as if taking a look into her soul. He stepped forward, and she instinctively stepped backwards, confusion written all over her."Who hurt you?" he asked her, and she raised an eyebrow at him in puzzlement. She did not understand where he was heading to with his question. He took a handful of her lustrous hair and smiled as he felt its softness in his palm."You don't have the right to touch me!" Avery berated as she glared hard at him. She was angry, infuriated even. Right there, she wanted nothing more but to slap him right across the face.How could he? How could he disappear into thin air like that only to ret
Soon, Amber was driving, and it was already 4 pm. Mrs. Lieberman had ordered all the staff to leave, possibly wanting to be home before the curfew. Avery stared out the window as buildings, parents, and their kids passed by in a blur. Lost in thought, she couldn’t help but think of Damien – his voice, his charm. She missed him, despite knowing she shouldn’t. She wondered what she would do if he appeared before her, right there and then. Would she hate him, slap him, or embrace him? It was a question she would have to figure out on her own."Hey." Amber called as she stared in concern at her friend who had been quiet since they drove off from work. "Are you still worried about Mrs. Lieberman?" She asked, and Avery turned to stare at her."No, it's not that." She replied, and Amber stared at her with a raised brow. Now, she was really curious to know what was going on, and Avery knew pretty much that she was."Oh, so what is it?" Amber asked, and Avery stared at her, contemplating whethe
“What did the doctor say about him? Will he get better?” Jeffrey inquired as he glanced at the man on the bed.Rubbing her hands together like she was cold, she glanced at her father and nodded. “Yes, the doctor did.” She replied and cleared her throat. “I really need to find a job. It’s been months, and walking some dogs for a few dollars won’t help.” She added and sniffed.At that moment, Amber’s eyes brightened up as soon as she heard Avery. “Why don’t you come work with me at the cake store?” She offered with a smile on her face.“Huh?” Avery mumbled in confusion as she stared at Amber.“Sorry for not telling you sooner, but there is a vacancy at the store, and Mrs. Lieberman really needs someone to take the job.” She said and seeing that Avery had a smile on her face, she added, “You may not like the job, though.”“And why is that?” This time, Jeffrey interjected as he had a frown on his face, along with Avery.“Well, she needs a cleaner. The last one got sacked two days ago.” Sh
Sitting down on a chair, Avery watched her father as he lay with his eyes closed on the hospital bed. He had been like this for four days, and she knew without a doubt that he had gotten worse. He had bled from his nose and fallen unconscious, and since then, he never woke.She sighed and closed her eyes as a wave of exhaustion hit her. She hadn't slept throughout the night and only took the liberty to take a nap during the days since she had been here. Three months had passed since she last saw Damien and had avoided Rohan ever since.She couldn't get her old job back and had to rely on her best friend for a lot of things. She had tried reaching out to Damien, but it was futile and even tried to locate any of his henchmen, praying that she might see Layla, though they both never got along.She felt Damien never wanted to see her and wasn't joking about what he last said to her at the party. She wondered every single day what he was doing. Had he forgotten her? Was he living his best
Standing alone at the window, Rohan gazed down at the garden, a bottle of wine in one hand, his brows furrowed. He examined his elongated fingers, lost in thought.With a deep sigh, he reflected on his conversation with Avery. Her rejection of his offer had rendered his efforts futile. He had believed she reciprocated his feelings at the party, where she had opened up to him, leaving him convinced that she felt something for him.Alas, he had been mistaken, and it had made him appear foolish. As he drank from the bottle, he disregarded the liquid staining him and the pristine floor. Luckily, being a vampire prevented him from becoming lightheaded and acting out inappropriately.He only savored the bitter taste of the alcohol, which surprisingly wasn't unpleasant. It had a slightly sour flavor with a sweet aftertaste. Chuckling to himself, he questioned his sanity while fixating on the bottle."What am I doing?" he wondered aloud, shaking his head bitterly, refusing to accept that he w
A man stood with his hands behind his back, exchanging glances with the stoic men before him. He gulped as one of them bared his fangs at him. Soon, he heard footsteps descending the stairs. He stared at the stairs and saw Damien walking behind Layla, lazily gazing at him. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Damien halted."Who are you, and what is your business here?" he ordered nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on the man."My name is Cassius. I work for the royal family," the man replied, swallowing nervously. He knew he had offended the man before him. His eyes remained fixated on Damien's clenched and unclenched fist.Damien slowly walked toward the stranger, his fangs gradually protruding, instilling fear in the stranger's heart. Layla quickly grabbed Damien's hand, causing him to halt and turn to stare at her. She shook her head, signaling him to stop."So, why are you here?" Damien repeated the question, still fixated on Layla."I came to make an offer," Cassius began, rais
“Sir?” Elizabeth was dumbfounded. She had worked tirelessly for this company, only to be on the brink of being replaced by a stranger from the streets. Tears welled up in her eyes as her heart sank.“Yes?” Rohan responded, glancing at her and observing her distress.“Have I done something wrong, sir? I’ve been working for you for four years, and now you’re about to replace me,” she reminded him, her voice cracking with emotion.Avery watched Elizabeth speak, sensing the pain in her eyes. She empathized with her, knowing how it felt to be replaced. Observing Elizabeth’s love for her job, despite knowing Rohan was a vampire, Avery felt a pang of sympathy.“I understand,” Rohan said, sighing and glancing at Avery, who shook her head.“I appreciate your offer, sir, but I don’t want it,” Avery interjected before he could continue. She didn’t want any of these. She didn’t want to give Elizabeth the impression that she was after her position and definitely didn’t want to become her enemy.
Avery walked into the bar, her brows furrowed as she entered. She felt relieved that her dealings with Rohan had ended, and she would no longer have to see him, but she was frustrated that Damien no longer wanted to see her either.She noticed Jeffrey attending to a customer, but as soon as he caught sight of her, he averted his gaze. Avery couldn't care less, so she ignored him and headed for the counter."Who are you?" she asked, noticing an unfamiliar girl dressed in their work uniform sitting at the counter."Oh, I'm the new waitress," the girl replied with a smile, while Avery wore a confused expression."The new waitress?" Avery asked, looking around as she couldn't recall any recent waitresses being fired to be replaced."Yeah, I'm Avery's replacement," the girl said, and Avery's eyes almost popped out of their sockets."What?!" she exclaimed, while the girl stared at her in confusion until the realization dawned on her."Oh my God! You are Avery. I'm so sorry," she apologized