A Biker’s Valentine{Entwined With A Vampire}

Chapter One Marguerite It was already a few minutes past eleven, and I wasn’t even fully dressed yet. “Hey, mom, I’ll be at Jacob’s!” I called out to my drunk mother who was lying face flat on the floor, a bottle of alcohol in her left hand, and making weird noises. I knew fully well that she didn’t hear or understand what I’d been saying for the past thirty minutes, but I didn’t care anyway. It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight. My ride was already waiting fo

Chapter Three Marguerite “Do you want me to pick you up after school?” Vinn asked as he dropped me off right in front of our school gate. He casually leaned on his baby- the Kawasaki ZX10R SE.“Aren’t you attending classes today?” I asked him with a slight frown.“No. I have a race scheduled for twenty minutes from now,” he glanced at his wristwatch as he spoke. “With Damsey.” He finished off.“Where?” I handed over the helmet to him.“Sea road, the third side.” He replied.“Have fun.” I said almost hurriedly as I spotted Beckie and Jacob approaching us. Vinn’s gaze alternated between me and them, and a look of realization crossed his face. “Oh, that’s why?” He whispered.I feigned ignorance. “That’s why what?” I asked.“Why you fucked that dude at the club last night.” He said, this time raising his voice so Jacob and Beckie who had already rounded upon us could hear clearly. My ears turned red as the memories of last night flashed across my mind. I’d w

Chapter Five Marguerite I slowly rode into the little parking lot in front of the apartment I shared with my mother, my mind filled with what happened at the academy today. The insufferable sonofabitch. My stomach rumbled at that moment, cutting my thoughts halfway. I cursed beneath my breath and took off my helmet as I approached the door. A sudden crash from within the house made me dash in. “Mum! Are you okay?” I asked, my eyes roaming around the little living room in search of anything that might have caused the noise. My eyes widened further when I saw the packing boxes and almost empty space. Behind the boxes on the floor was my mother, her gaze fiery. The source of the noise was the small vase I'd gotten for her as a present on her birthday. My mother was an item collector, and loved keeping items ranging from portraits down to a little wooden spoon. Now, the pieces of the vase littered the floor, so dangerously close to her bare legs. “What’s going on, Mum?” I asked in

Chapter Seven Anders “Your Highness,” the guard manning the door to the throne room bowed as I approached. “Open.” I nodded. The door opened to the wide throne room and I stepped in. At the far end, my parents were seated on their respective thrones and in the middle of what seemed to be a deep conversation. They didn’t notice my presence, and I didn’t bother to indicate, instead going to take a seat on one of the lower thrones. When they finally snapped out of it, my mother noticed me first. “Anders,” she called out with a smile. “You are here.” She added. “I think so.” I shrugged. I turned to my father who was regarding me with a tight frown. “Why did you summon me?” I asked bluntly. “Anders! That’s no way to speak to the King.” My mother reprimanded. “I don’t think the ‘King’ minds. Or do you, Your Royal Highness?” I asked with a lazy smile. “Cut the act, Anders. The princess is waiting for you, or have you forgotten about your date?” My father finally asked, his hands s

Chapter Nine AndersI eyed the plate of ratatouille and grilled fish, while debating if I should have a taste or not. I’d been at loss of what to order, and had just gone with whatever I saw first while searching through the menu. The last time I ate had been five hundred years ago, and while I was eager to test if my taste buds had awakened, I was still afraid. If the taste of food was still the same as before, that’d prove that Marguerite wasn’t my mate. Well, there was the vamp mate sex to prove that, but there had been cases where humans passed out while having sex and-I cut my thoughts midway, and pulled the bowl of stew closer. Upsetting myself with thoughts of what if’s wasn’t going to help. I’d already raised a spoonful when a sound downstairs distracted me. I sprung up from the chair and rushed down just as Qyler walked in with an unconscious Marguerite in his arms and a solemn expression on his face. I stiffened, my gaze alternating between the both