Lucas This girl was different, and it’s not that she’s the first woman Xavier brought back to the castle. She was special to me because she looked so similar to her, my late lover Chelsea. The first time I held the girl in my arms, despite only a few seconds, I knew it’s her reincarnation. They had same empathetic eyes and delicate bodies like a malnourished flower. Her scent also resembled hers, a faint smell of rosemary, reminding me clearly of my first encounter with Chelsea, a human girl who had been serving Princess Elizabeth two centuries ago. Back then, I was the shunned vampire prince who had been sacrificed by royal council to marry off a human princess for the peace treaty. I visited their land with the envoy sent by my father for proposing this ridiculous arrangement which was said to be beneficial for both sides. That’s when I met with Chelsea. She was the only girl who’s not afraid of vampires. Up our arrival, we’

Valerie It’s very hard to say that I had a good time being a maid slave here, but liked I mentioned before, I did think it’s much better than being underground. Sometimes, I would even retrieve the old happy feelings shortly when I was at the terrace on third-floor and taking a view overlooking the lawns enchanted by the beauty of sunset. Or sometimes, I would try to keep some hopes, like Ava always suggested, that I might be liberated someday in the future. Although deep down, I knew they were merely my unrealistic imaginations, I was tricked by the peaceful appearance of ever-present danger. I had always known that our lives, friendships or hopes here were all based on a thin string that could easily be tore by a sudden change of the masters’ tempers They could easily kill us within a blink of second. But I failed to be prepared for something even more torturous in a subtle way. If you were looking for two co

ValerieMy scream was muffled into whimpers under his palm as the iron muscles around my waist tightened, making it even hard to breathe.I struggled frantically, trying to get away from his grasp. But any attempt to win more spaces was in vain, he could impede my moves with very little efforts. “Don’t move.” He warned with a manly voice.I was stunned by the fear of his strength as I sensed the vibration of his chest when he spoke.Then he adjust the position slightly and his hairy arm brushed over my cheek. The likely feeling of being touched by a real beast gave me goosebumps.“Close your eyes.” He commanded.Taking a last glance at our shadow under the gloomy moonlight before my compliance, I found this man was virtually giant with my figure being completely covered in his shape.He could literally break my neck within snap of a finger.Then he turned around abrupt

ValerieI had no idea where did this strange feeling came from but when I saw him stood there alone staring at the statue in sorrow, my heart flinched in pain. It seemed like he was going to disappear from my vision in a few seconds.And I, for some reason, didn’t want him to go. I held his hand tightly and leant forward, trying to get closer. Mr. Lang turned his head to me in confusion. When he saw the soft smile on my face, he stiffened. His eyes darkened immediately with a trace of redness. A signal of craving blood.

Valerie It was the first time I saw a wolf shifting and what Ava said had been true – it was indeed very horrible. But she perhaps forgot to mention that when werewolves were in rage, it didn’t matter which forms they took. They were monsters. I was slammed against the wall before those eyes locking with mine. A deep color of crimson looked like a stain of dried blood on the rag, resembling with the ones I had seen in the raid. And it’s not my delusion that before I fainted out on the auction, I had seen his eye turned into the same color like this, the same of those orbs I dreaded in nightmares, like smothering lava waiting to burst out of a crater. “Sorry for what, Valerie? For that Kiss, or for your rejection to me?” He asked. It was not supposed to be a question as he would obviously not be contented with either of my answers. And he didn’t wait for it at all. His index finger trailed down my cheek before r