Shadow Whistler Clan

Vladimir stared at his bride like a creep. With her eyes closed her platinum-white lashes were casting a shadow on her cheeks. Her appearance was so unique just like her bloodline.

He traced the corner of her eye with his thumb, the eyes he was so obsessed with. Vladimir smiled as her soft snores echoed in the silent room.

Esmeray had fallen asleep an hour ago. And since then Vladimir had been staring at her trying to imprint her in his memory. He didn't know why but he was having this quelled feeling of a nearing end. A feeling of this life he was trying to create crumbling to the ground.

The feeling was grasping Vladimir's heart like a frost glove and if that wasn't enough his instinct won't stop nagging at him.

An unfamiliar feeling of fear was wrapped around his throat like a noose. It made it hard for him to breathe with the constant fear of losing his bride again but this time because of all the things he was keeping from her.

For how till she finds out what he had done? Sh