Within two short days, since she signed the slave contract, she might have lost her senses. His hushed warning sounded ominous, dangerous, and seductive. She leaned into his touch instead of pulling away when he flopped her down on the leather seat.Her brain still felt foggy when she saw him sitting up and alert across the seat. His fangs protruded along with his claws. His eyes glowed fiercer than ever. A predator encountering something that challenged his power, his stance suggested, and he would be merciless, destroying the rivalry.“What’s wrong?” she asked.His glowing eyes leaped to her sharply as though the answer was within her. “Me? Or are you suggesting I’m in danger?” She couldn’t believe she giggled.It was just a weird idea growing in her. Her life was over since she had met Reign. She had ended it for good when she drugged him and put the horrendous spell on him. She had become a criminal, then a blood slave. There was nothing she could do, or rather she would want to
This was nothing to her. Throughout her life, she had unavoidably hurt herself. She even missed those times as odd as it sounded; fighting, hunting, and everything about it. A sadness flicked through her.On his end, his eyes were full of intent—dark and palpable—as he watched her pick up the knife without much hesitation. There was more to this demand of his, wasn’t there? As much as she wasn’t afraid of this amount of pain, she struggled with her earlier idea, again.Sadness and anger battled in her heart. He had handed her an actual weapon, on his own accord. The hilt of the knife in her grip liberated her from the haze of desire and lust he had wrapped her in. She tried to hide the grisly hope so that it would show on her face.She placed the sharp end of the blade on her palm, with
“You shouldn’t!” she protested, looking at the headboard. “What about my neck, my wrist, there are many places you could–” she could not finish her sentence as he gripped her waist tighter.“Look at me!” Under his command, she peered down at him. They were too close, too pressed together, for her to get a proper look at him, but he was obviously upset.“Being my blood slave means,” he began, his tone harsh, “You must satiate my hunger in whatever, whenever, and however way I would want it to be. You should have read the contract.”She had a lump in her throat when she admitted she was aware of that.“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding,” he responded, rather business-like before his fingers resumed their work, trailing the lines of her bras. He was restarting what he had done in the drives prior to this. His touch was gentle and playful, but never gave her what she secretly wanted. He knew what he was doing since he was savoring her whimpers by staring at her face while his fing
The face towering inches above her instantly jerked away. What was she doing so close to her? Danica felt her body and ended up touching laces and fabric so thin. She sat up, too fast, and felt light-headed.She took a deep breath. At least, the bites were healed. “She woke up, my lord.”“Leave.”His curt voice was enough to arouse the quite recent memories; blood rushed to her face. As the flight attendant stepped away, Danica looked in his direction to see him in his seat, suited in midnight blue–with diamonds on his lapels, as usual. Flashbacks of them, naked and intertwining, pounded in her head.“What do you think of the dress?” He looked distracted. She was the opposite. “This is… not a dress!” “Um-hm.”“That’s all you’ve to say? Why am I wearing this scrap of cloth? It’s so sheer like I’m naked.” “You’re not naked.” He was looking at something concealed in his hands. “Don’t have to tell me what it looks like. It covers you enough,” He broke his focus on whatever he was hold
Surprised, she gripped the railings with both hands. It was a mob, a mob of vampires and some humans who were trying to keep up with the pace of the former. They were holding up signs, which she could hardly make out in the dim light. The roars became louder as they approached the jet. The stairs quaked underneath her stilettos as the ground vibrated with their thundering footsteps. She tried to understand what was going on: these were protestors, demanding… to kill her. “She cursed the crown prince!” “Execute her!”“Behead her!”In no time, they closed in on the jet, causing her to step back up. They appeared to want more than just to protest. They wanted to punish her themselves as they outstretched their hands, approaching the stairway fast. She could now see the signs: drawings and nasty names, all of which were revolting and horrifying. They had dehumanized her completely. They would tear her apart if they could land their hands on her. Suddenly, the roars died down; they s
Shadows seemed to be looming all around them, in the untamed nature, beneath the arches and the gable of the building. Just like that gaze of his, beholding secrets and possible dangers. Her fingers lacing on his nape loosened, which brought to her awareness that she was holding onto him, with both hands.That meant…His coat fell open, exposing her chest, which grasped his attention from her face. She could now fathom what his eyes were saying, together with the little smirk of his cupid bow lips. They were reminding her how she had been like putty in his hands on the jet, and in her apartment before, and how she would never be able to resist him.Her lips curled up in a blend of defiance and sadness, she let go of his neck and fled his arms, feeling his eyes all the way. Her feet touched the crunchy leaves as she pulled the coat closed and threw a sweeping glance at her surroundings. “What is this place? Is this some dungeon you’d hold me captive for the rest of my life? This place
Time slowed down. Everything else but him ceased to exist. Even her own existence drifted to the background. “You’re talking about Ignis…” She was convincing herself. Of course, he must be talking about the archdemon. That only made sense!“You know that’s not him,” he chided, and her blood stopped running. “Contrary to his self-importance and delusion of self-grandeur,” he went on, his tone colder and quieter. “He is a bootlicker, a copycat, and a dumb fox in wolf’s clothing. Although he certainly took a part in shedding my blood. I wonder where he is hiding. He knew I’d peel off his disgusting skin alive if I found him after this little plot of his.”The wall rumbled behind her and all around her, shoving her into his chest, and letting her feel the frightening emotion he had always concealed inside. The dungeon trembled as though an earthquake struck under his wrath, without him lifting a hand. The quake stopped, but she was shaken, in contrast to him being so still, sandwiching
CRASH!Jerking her head up, she saw the light bulb shattering. She jolted to her feet alone in the dark dungeon. Doors slammed and fabric torn upstairs like a tornado was waving through this eerie building.Her first thought was he was viciously locking her up in the dungeon–where he had suffered–to rot. He had taken over by his fury; she decided in alarm. She fumbled around in the dark for his coat and could not get hold of it. Maybe she deserved his revenge, but she could not accept this fate.Her need to look out for herself—how selfish it might be—kicked in. She removed her shoes and dipped her bare feet into the pool of liquid, which was primarily a combination of his blood and dirt. He must have installed the light in the past decades, but had never bothered cleaning the blo
When he led her down the stairs, she eyed Marie, who was biting her lips and giving her a conspiratory look. An hour later, she was in his mansion, having lost the crowd at last. Marc and Loyd arrived with Marie, Both whining they would have come sooner if they had known. In the garden, they sat down for dinner, five of them. Reign asked Mr. Hacke to join and the old man cried before he took a seat at the table. “You’re coming with me back to the kingdom, my darling,” he announced, in the middle of their noisy chats.“Am I? Why?” she set down her fork. “Are you…giving me orders? Already?”He tilted his head, candle lights half-shadowing his face. “If you’d love to stay behind, of course you can. I’m not giving you an order. Chaos could break out soon without me or you with the remnants of…” he halted as though searching for words, “my enemy. I simply thought you’d agree with me to come along.”She looked down at her plate.“I’m sorry I brought this up at our engagement dinner.” He k
“Cut!” the director’s voice boomed. Nova slumped her shoulders and dared a peek at his direction. This was the 51st take of one single scene and the sunlight was burning her in her voluptuous Snow White costume. This was how a vampire would feel under the sun, she thought sarcastically. “Snow White’s supposed to be sad thinking about her late mother.” he shook his head. “You looked freaked the hell out. This is her birthday. She is ‘lonely’. Again!” Her jaws felt so stiff, almost paralyzed with trying to get into that sad smile the director wanted for hours straight. Before she was ready, the director shouted, “Action!” She looked at the giant birthday cake and sighed. “Happy 16th Birthday, Princess,” said the co-actress. She smiled wryly, or tried to. Thankfully, it worked! “Cut.” Director Clark rose from the chair. “Good job, everyone.” She exhaled in relief, before slumping down into a nearby chair. For today’s scenes which started at six am in the morning, she had to wake
“Wait, Your Highness! Your outfit! How silly of me.”The woman gestured to her assistants, who gingerly carried what she was going to wear for this evening over to her. She stared at her dress in a daze; it was easily the most beautiful gown she had ever seen. The sleeveless, low-cut dress was neither black nor silver, or both perhaps. It shone whenever it moved in their hands. Delicate forest green laces were sprinkled with…diamonds.She swallowed the urge to refuse it, biting down on her lips not to slip that it was too expensive and she couldn’t accept it. Unlike the other dresses she had received from him, this felt so different. This gorgeous dress was full of his adoration for her; she looked away, blushing at her thought.After she put that on with their help, she stood before the mirror they had removed from her wall. Her lips were a few shades darker than her red hair; her cheeks appeared naturally flushed; and her eyes looked glittering, just like all the jewels over her bod
“What is it?” she questioned, pretending to be angry. “You have nothing to be jealous of, do you?”“I wouldn’t dare, Your Royal Highness,” Marc joked. “It’s just, you guys were not even kissing, but the tension was so high. We were afraid you guys might burn down the building.”“Yep. Yep,” Marie agreed vehemently.“You guys trust him now?” interrupted Sage. “Stop, Sage,” protested Marc, but the other one continued, “And you, you don’t care about her. Why are you even here?”Danica was worried Reign would do something to him and prepared to stand between them.But, he merely responded, “I am starting to regret that I healed you. I probably should’ve let you crippled for your entire life.”She spun around and faced him. “You healed him?!”“Yes, my darling,” he smiled, lighting up the entire apartment, or the entire building perhaps.“The vampire prince—sorry—king could smile?” Loyd remarked, sounding dumbstruck.“I’ve seen him smile,” retorted Marc.“I’ve seen it on the net too. But, i
Patrons went back to their noisy selves although several were still staring at her. “Who cares if you’re someone’s fiancee or not?” he grinned. “By the way, did he tell you? That I saved his life.”“Yeah, Marc is a hero,” said Loyd, looking at him fondly. “He saved the vampire king’s life.”She took the glass Marie was handing her. “Now that I think about it, yeah, he almost told me about you. I think he was saying, “Your friend...” when I started screaming about going back.”“You shouted at him. Now you’re a hero,” Loyd pitched in. She noticed some tables went silent around her. She ignored them and swallowed. The scene in the throne-room from five months ago replayed in her mind.“Thank you, Marc,” she said seriously. “What did you do?”“It’s nothing,” he sighed. “Compared to what he had suffered. I’ve never met someone like… your boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend, right? Excluding Loyd obviously; he is the most amazing. Anyway, I was at the palace gate when the evil vampire king was
After a long, frustrating flight and drive, Danica was finally back in Brickland, Umbre. Along the way, she had yet to meet a single person who did not recognize her as an alleged-criminal-turned-princess. Some stared at her, whispering between one another, and others–especially teenage girls–would surround her and try to take photographs with her, and of her.“I don’t want you to take my pictures. Please. Please!”Nobody gave a damn. They would press their faces next to hers and would take selfies while her face ended up grimacing or contorting. A few would caption their photos and upload them to their social media accounts, right under her eyes.Their hashtags, #withcc, #ccandme #atairport, #milestonemoment, etc., etc. CC meant Cinderella Convict, apparently to someone who practically shouted that to her face. One group of teenage boys even asked her, “Are you hungry now? Do you want to bite me?”“No. I don’t have bloodlusts.”“Really?”They looked disappointed while some girls gav
In the wind, his sentinel cloak was flapping. It tickled her calves below her nightdress. The garden below was in pandemonium just like in the tower. She registered all those noises vaguely while she was too aware of the single presence, the male holding her.“We’re going back in,” he warned.In one swift movement, he lifted both of them back into the tower. Once their feet touched the bathroom floor, he stood face to face with her and leaned down gently, cornering her against the half-broken window. Along the ragged window frame, he placed his hands, seemingly unaware the sun was hurting them.She stared when he spoke, unable to take her eyes off of him.“I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight. It was my fault,” he murmu
That did not surprise her. All of Fragor’s followers hardly consider her a princess anymore since they realized what she was for their king: a device. This sentinel must think the same. He must not feel the need to grace her with a response.She left the chair and went to the wardrobes where she had found the blanket, all along feeling a hawk-like gaze on her back. It seemed her remaining few days would be even more suffocating than her previous days. While Eirene hadn’t given a damn about her well-being, she had kept her good company most days.This new person… she sighed, placing the blanket in the far corner where she had found it. She went to the bed and sat down in the middle. There was no scenery to look out. No sunlight. She had wondered how the sun would feel against her skin since the seal on her arm was gone and she was a hybrid. Hours must have passed while she was sitting on the bed and the person at the door had yet to move at all. She got down from the bed to take a bath
Danica did not blink at the word, ‘the ritual’. She did not care what he was going to do with her. Footsteps retreated and footsteps entered while she did not bother getting up from the floor. Pulling up her hood, her new attendant stopped by the bedside; she did not look like an attendant at all.“You know…” said Eirene. “I came here to kill you.”“I know,” she mumbled. “How do you know?!” her eyes widened.Danica got up, holding onto the edge of the bed to support herself. Her limbs felt heavy after days of no movement. “I saw you in the crowd the other day.”“You couldn’t have possibly known my—”“Here…” she looked at her in his glowing eyes. “I’ve been a hunter for years. I could at least spot someone who wants to kill me. You probably thought I was a dumb bitch, didn’t you? How convenient you want to kill me. Do it now.”Eirene showed her fangs. “No. I changed my mind. You deserve to live suffering.”“Oh…” she breathed, disappointed. “Your father let me in even though he knew I