All Chapters of Old Souls: Vampire Princess Vs The Last Lycan: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Esther “Aiden?” I try to put on my best smile, but I feel my lips quiver. “You okay?” he looks at me, his face marred with concern. “I’m good. I just need to take a shower,” I hide the quivering of my voice with a chuckle. “I probably look weird. I haven’t looked at myself in the mirror since the incident.” “You look perfect,” he gives me a look that almost convinces me that he could be in love with me. “My breath is probably not that good,” I protest. “It is,” he argues. “I suppose this is one of the perks of being a vampire. There’s no need to take regular showers.” He smiles. “Are you sure you are okay?” “Yes, why wouldn’t I be? Everything is perfect, and I’ll be going home in a few days.” “Dominic is...” “Dominic who?” I interject in a clipped voice. “Would you like to come in? You can wait for me while I take a shower and...” He swallows. “I have a few things to do. Dominic asked me to fill in some paperwork.” “I don’t mind keeping you company while you fill in t

Dominic“Diana?” I say for the fifth time before she breaks eye contact with Esther and looks at me. “I need to speak to you...” She goes back to glaring at Esther. “In private,” she adds in an icy tone. “Don’t you dare!” Esther growls at Diana, and while Diana is probably thinking of a spell to cast, Esther has her against the wall, her hand on the throat. “Didn’t you learn manners where you come from?” she snarls. “If you had just asked me to excuse you, I would’ve done that. There’s no need to be such a bitch about it!” She lets go and walks away, leaving Diana coughing. She slams the doors on her way out. The library is one of the rooms that isn’t soundproof, and I hear her as she bangs the door of her room. “Wow!” I try to keep my face stoic, with a lot of effort. I feel bad for wishing that she would've done this to Pretty. “You didn’t defend me against her,” Diana takes me off my train of thought. “There was nothing to defend. I was going to intervene if things got out of

Esther I stare at Dominic. His taylored royal blue tuxedo makes me feel things I would not like to feel, and it matches my dress. What the heck, Hilda? As if I summoned her, Hilda walks towards me, her arms outstretched for a hug. I hug her and whisper, “I don’t like you very much.” “What did I do?” she bats her eyelashes with exaggerated innocence, making me groan in frustration. “I’m going to get you for this,” I say between my teeth. We let each other go, and I get in the car, already glaring at Dominic. “We are driving from Talladega to San Bernardino? I might as well just run,” I say that mostly to annoy him. He gazes at me, his lips slightly curled up. “Wow! You look...” “Horrible? I know.” “I was going to say you look amazing.” “I had no idea that vampires could ever look amazing to you. Why did Hilda even choose a dress that matches your tux?” I groan. “Are you still mad?” “Mad? I think that’s an understatement.” I huff. “I've never been so happy to meet Charles or

Esther I almost apologise to my father and tell him that I’ll reject Dominic, but I decide to be the difficult daughter he almost always regards me as, just for fun. “Is that the first thing you thought of asking me? Not, ‘Are you okay?’ Or ‘did they torture you?’” His frown deepens. “Why would I ask unimportant questions?” “They are unimportant?” I gasp dramatically. “I’m your daughter!” “My daughter would never do what you did.” “And here we go again,” I sigh. “Stop with that attitude, young lady,” he glares at me. “So, you’ll never, ever forgive me?” “Forgive you for ruining our legacy?” He roars. “Did you forget that the throne ended up going to our cousins? You ruined our lives, and I’m giving you a chance to fix that mistake.” “Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps this happened because of your cold heart? You hunted vampires, and it was their revenge, which had nothing to do with my ex-fiancé.” The room gets tense, as if the air has completely left the room. Ja

Esther “Good morning, Esther.” Charles walks into my room holding a tray of cookies and tea. “Now I get it. Your mission this whole time was to poison me.” He places the tray on the sideboard, then he takes one cookie and chews it. “See? No poison at all, and you won’t die from poison, anyway.” “You knew that I was going to suspect you. So, you already chose a cookie and put it aside to prove yourself.” “You are impossible,” he chuckles. “When did you last hunt?” “It’s been a while. Wait, what are you trying to do?” “I’m trying to get close to you. To get to know you better, and to do my duty as a husband. That includes feeding you.” He takes a seat on one of the two dressing chairs. “Seriously?” I eye him suspiciously. “I promise, Esther. I will work hard to earn your forgiveness and to make this work.” “What’s in it for you? What did your parents promise you?” I get out of bed and take a quick shower. “My parents promised me nothing,” he says when I walk out of the sho