All Chapters of The Vampire King's Captive Slave : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tamari Issoria's Point of ViewA few days ago… The wrath and cruelty my aunt will give me are the sole reason and obstacle to my coming home. I couldn't even rest after school, but instead I massaged my aunt and did what her spoiled daughter had to say.I was just walking down the streets whilst looking down, waiting for the bus to arrive, when I bumped into a person who had a huge bump in his tummy. Seeing who it was made me step backwards. I urged myself to run away, but I couldn't, as a total of six men had cornered me."You're Cassandra's nephew, right?" the man viciously said while puffing his cigarette.Unfortunately, I was in the part of the street where no one was passing by, and there was zero visibility of people across the street aside from us. I attempted to run away, but his men got me and gripped my elbows tight."P-Please… don't h-hurt me…" I pleaded as tears trickled down my face.Their boss smirked arrogantly. "Don't hurt you," he repeated.I was caught off guard and

Brixton Cardinal's Point of View I picked the wrong woman to save and resurrect. If only my father wasn't looking for my mate or a slave, I wouldn't bring her back to life. She's an impudent, hot-headed bitch, and I don't like her. However, her lips tasted so sweet that I became addicted.Issoria was annoying. I locked her in my room for her to be punished. Soon enough, the hunger will take over, and in the span of three hours, she will die if she has no blood to drink.I left the room and was redirected to the office of my father, the King. My three brothers are present, while our parents are across from us."How's the trip to the other kingdom, Carter?" My father, who was the king, asked the youngest among us.Carter proudly gave our father the item he told Carter to look for. "I did a good job."Our mother, the Queen, only smiled."You must train more on how to swing your sword, Carter," the King remarked."I will, father."The king's gaze went to Wesley, the third of my siblings.

Tamari Issoria’s Point of View My friends would find it cool if they find out I am now in a place where mythical creatures exists. Honestly speaking, I have never imagined myself turning into a bloodsucker or any form of living creatures in the world. I always want to be a CEO of my own cosmetic and jewelry line but here I am, being a slave to a handsome yet annoying prince. I bit my lower lip as the full moon was visible at the night sky. My master took me out for a night walk due to a reason he never said and here I am, agreeing on whatever he says just because he wanted it. “Correction, I wanted it, yes. But it is also your job to follow me,” he said. Great. He just read my mind and I freaking hate it! “Stop reading my mind!” I hissed, a little rough but in a low tone, enough for Brixton to hear. “You’re too loud. I can’t help it.” My eyebrows arched. “How can I block everyone who dares to read my mind?” My master just kept on walking. Everyone in the streets are wearing a

Tamari Issoria’s Point of View When I am aware that I have not cleaned up after myself, I will not go to bed. His room was adequate and tidy, and for some reason, I'm feeling a little remorseful about whether or not I should have jumped from the roof without first taking a proper bath. Nevertheless, after staring at the bed for quite some time, a tap on the door and the sound of the door creaking alerted me to the presence of Suzy who was carrying some garments in her hand. After that, she looked at me with eyes that were blazing with confidence. "Please put these on; those are the clothing you are going to wear.” She addressed it in a commanding tone, "My Master commanded me to prepare one for you, and I'm hoping that you'd be good to him." She said without looking at me as she was busy fixing the clothes Brixton uses which has been hanging at a mannequin style figurine at the back. My brows furrowed into an arch. "What do you mean, Suzy? He's impolite, and I can't see getting al

Tamari Issoria's Point of ViewNow that we're outside of the enormous door that was behind us, Master Brixton told me to sit down. The fact that he spanks my butt every time he hears a noise, even if it's just my breath, which is quite annoying to me, was the primary cause of my annoyance. While I was fussing with my dress, I sent him an angry glance. Because of the manner he was carrying me, I had the distinct impression that other people could see my cleavage. "I'll talk to Suzy about getting you some clothing that are a bit more demure.” It was at that point that he broke the stillness between us by saying, "I don't want anyone to see a certain part of your body." It was when his eyes wandered on my cleavage as I was putting the ribbon on my chest that I realized it was him. My lord was the one who grasped my hand. He opened the wrought-iron door in front of us, but as far as I can tell from the rust on the door, it has been there for many years. In addition, when it opened, it