All Chapters of Falling for the Vampire Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KIRAThat day will forever haunt me, the day I realized that my life would never remain the same again. All I saw were red droplets of blood as it slipped down like a fountain from their necks. None of them were spared. All of them were gone in the blink of an eye. My family was killed, drained like they were nothing but animals and it’s all thanks to those detestable…creatures of the night. Life was simple back then. Everything was decent enough for me until they came along and ruined what we know as life itself. You know, I never believed in the supernatural: Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Warlocks were only depicted in television shows and movies, a pictorial illustration of creatures never to be seen with the naked eye. Imagine my shock when out of nowhere, the news headlines screamed: VAMPIRES TAKE OVER: P

KIRAI had heard many stories about Prince Dante Rosetti, none of them good ones. The girls in the shop loved to gossip, mainly because there was nothing else to do.Except wait to be killed or sold of course.While I wasn’t too keen on judging a person’s character based on what other people say through the grapevine, I can’t help but not hold him in the highest regard considering he is a vampire, vampires murdered my family, and he indirectly allowed vampires to murder my family by being the Prince of this fucking lunacy.From the conversations I’d heard, the Vampire King, whoever he is, called the shots. He had been alive for centuries now, living among us and forming a rebellion. Once his army was complete, he was able to overthrow the governments of the world and establish his kingdom of bloodsuckers eight years ago.His army is controlled by the five Princes known as Malvado. They are rumoured

KIRAI lunged up into a sitting position in the unfamiliar room, wide-eyed and gasping.  I glanced around, almost frantic, and jumped when I saw a figure towering over me.''Oh, you're awake.'' A woman who looked to be about my age, maybe older-said. She wore a short, black dress with grey heels matched with a dark, leather jacket. Her blonde hair was styled in a slick bun with a few baby hairs sticking out.Needless to say, she was gorgeous.''What happened to me? Where am I? How did I get here?'' I questioned in rapid succession. She just chuckled and stuck a thermometer in my mouth. ''My name is Emily and you're in Castle Bellfonte. How are you feeling?”Like my body got run over by a truck and I had a fight with stray cats and lost.“Terrible,” I croaked. My throat burned from dehydration. I scanned the room again for water or any liquid I could drink but there was none.“You must be thirsty.&

King Ambrose lived alone in a bungalow in Calais, Maine, a neighbouring town right on the Canadian border. Ever the minimalist, he traded his castle for a more ‘simple life’ as he called it after bequeathing his kingdom, and the other parts of the world, to my brothers and I.  He’s as ancient as they come but he doesn’t look a day over thirty. That’s one of the perks of being a vampire-you never age. It’s a blessing and a curse. He wore a dark grey T-shirt and matching cargo pants; his dark brown hair was covered by a baseball cap. You would think he was going to the beach in his attire but it was minus one degrees outside. To humans, this may be considered as “freezing cold” but we vampires rarely feel the elements of nature. “The weather forecast stated that there might be a blizzard,” he said with a welcoming smile. “Yet you came all the way to see me.” “I did. You always talk my ear off about not visiting you often, Father.” I haven’t visited

KIRABlonde hair. Sinister smile. Handsome face. Sadistic personality.Andre Castillo- member of Malvado.Andre Castillo was another name I had heard frequently at the shop. Any slave who got sold to his kingdom through ‘express delivery’ never made it out alive. His kingdom was an apparent torture centre for humans because Andre was a sadistic fuck. Express delivery was the exportation of slaves from one kingdom to the next. It was a common practice at the Pet Shop and it fetched them a lot of money.Andre reminded me of the grim reaper. With an aura that screamed death and a gait that was nothing less than intimidating, my body stayed still, weighing my options. I can’t run. He has his hands around my throat. I can’t scream. He still has his hands around my throat. I couldn’t hear any noise from the outside and the door was locked.He’s definitely going to kill me for dinner.‘&rs