All Chapters of Sold To The Rogue King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Victoria’s POV I don't like exam periods. Not because I don't know what I'm doing, mind you. I'm a straight-A student. I don't like exam periods because of the moods that come with them. People hardly smile. They walk around like zombies, with stress and anxiety written all over their faces, making each day feel as if someone has sucked all the colour out of the atmosphere. I'm a happy, carefree kinda girl who doesn't like solemn environments. They dampen my spirit and affect my general well-being. My daddy taught me that when you stress out, your awareness suffers. You see less, hear less, and think less clearly. But when you maintain a calm, optimistic mindset, even in a bad situation, you see more, sense more, become a better problem-solver, and give yourself more options. Thank God it's over now. It's the end of the session, and I'm elated. I finish my last paper humming a song as I submit my answer sheet to the invigilator and sign out of the hall. The man looks at me wonderi

I was initially disappointed when I saw that the bathroom the maid took me to had three toilet stalls, like a public restroom. But when I knock on the doors and discover that all three are empty, I smile. Doesn't this mean the Moon Goddess is in support of the particular evil deed I'm about to carry out? ‘Yes, Moon Goddess. I can hear your approval loud and clear. I'm glad you agree with me that being pure and chaste is boring without a little sprinkle of wickedness once in a while.’ I chuckle at my own thought. "You're crazy, Victoria," I say aloud as I walk toward the first stall. I flip the occupied sign before stepping inside. After locking the door, I use the toilet seat as a boost to climb into the next stall through the opening at the top. I flip that stall's sign too, lock it from the inside, then climb into the last stall. Once I'm safely inside, I lock the door and sit on the closed toilet seat to wait for Mia. A smile spreads across my face as I look at the vintage rin

Draco's POVMy body is taut and ready for Evans's attack as I drain his son of his blood. It seems the old fart believes I'm still that five-year-old boy he tortured day and night but he's in for the shocker of his life. I've waited too long for this day to come. Now, I can't wait to rip out his jugular and bathe in his blood.Instead of his presence though, I begin to hear voices calling me from far away. They sound worried and desperate."Draco, wake up!""Wake up man, c'mon!"They also sound like people I know. Familiar voices I cannot ignore."Draco!""That's enough now, you will kill her!" 'KILL HER!' Alarm bells begin to sound in my head and I force my eyes open to realise it was another dream.Instead of Hunter, Evan Black's son, a raven-haired girl is leaning with her back to me while my face is buried in the crook of her neck. "Damn it!" I swear as my grip on her automatically loosens.She falls, but Ryder, my right-hand man, moves fast, catching her before she hits the fl

I sit up straight. Great-aunt?! The title sounds like the joke of the century, and I laugh, somewhat bitterly. I am a man known by many yet entirely unknown. To some, I am simply Draco. Mostly, I am known by reputation– the faceless Rogue King, the mysterious land grabber, and many other names people whisper about. Here in the Serbia Empire, I am Aleksandr Kresnik III, King of Srebragrad Kingdom. The new Head of the Dragon Dynasty, and successor to the Serbia Empire throne. The Kresniks are humans. They are one of the four royal families of the Dragon Dynasty that rule over the Serbian Empire. Princess Katarina Kresnik, who was mated to the Vampire King, Vladimir Kuznetsov, maintained a good relationship with her family even after she chose to be turned into a vampire. After her death, it seemed as if every member of the vampire royal family had decided to sever ties with the Kresniks. None of them ever bothered to make contact, including Yelena, Katarina's only daughter. Katari

"Hey, guys," I greet as I walk out of my room with my holdall and suitcase in tow. Both men stand immediately when they see me. "Hey!" "Babe!" They reply with smiles that are somewhat pitiful. I place the holdall on top of my suitcase and move into my boyfriend's outstretched arms. "Are you okay?" he asks as we hug tightly. I thought I was okay before leaving the bedroom. I'm not so sure now that he's holding me this closely. "Hm-mm," I reply, shutting my eyes tightly to push back the tears burning behind my eyelids. I don't know how long I hold on to him. I only let go when I'm sure I've gotten my emotions under control. He looks deeply into my eyes as though trying to make sure I'm truly okay. "I'm so sorry about your dad, babe. So sorry!" He looks grief-stricken. I suddenly feel cold all over and look from him to Colton. It's one thing to imagine all the different scenarios that could have happened to my daddy. It's another thing entirely to face reality. "Wh-what did