Does The Count'S Youngest Son Is A Player Have A Happy Ending?

Learning who the countess is may be one thing. But falling in love with her brings so much more. With people begging to be part of the harem, it is only a matter of time before Wyatt discovers what is behind the enchantress known as the Countess, and why people are dying, literally, to be part of her world.

The System told me that, as a player, I stood a chance of reviving my beloved if I played the game enough times. As such, I gave my heart to charm Mila Gibbs, even if it meant dying ninety-nine times. When I played the game for the hundredth time, Mila sent me into a room with a deviant just for her true love's fancy. "You're not going to die anyway. Just make Julian laugh, and I don't mind marrying you." She didn't know that once I played the game a hundred times, my wish would be granted, success notwithstanding. I shall hence disappear from her world without a trace.

It was at our engagement banquet that I finally learned the truth. I wasn't the true heiress of a noble human family. I wasn't the "fated bride" destined to bear a half-blood child for the vampires. I was just the wrong baby someone had brought home from the hospital. A fake. I'd thought that Alexander, the boy who'd risked his life to drag me out of a burning house, the boy I'd grown up beside, would love me the same as always. Instead, in front of everyone, he let go of my hand and looked down at me with cold eyes. "Without that bloodline, do you really think you deserve to stand beside me?" Then he reached out and slid the engagement ring off my finger himself. He turned, and led the true heiress up to the high platform. Everyone laughed at me. The fake heiress, delusional enough to think she could marry the vampire heir. I was thrown out of the only home I'd ever known. The only kindness left to me was Alexander's, a scrap of charity that let me stay at his side as the lowest thing a vampire could keep. A blood slave. And then, later, I died in an explosion. Saving him. Alexander knelt in the blood and lost his mind, screaming at everyone around him to save me. But there was something he didn't know. I hadn't died. Later still, at a vampire banquet, he saw me again at last. I walked past him on another man's arm, smiling. And this time, it was his turn to lose his mind begging me to look back at him.

'The King of Darkness or a King hiding in the dark?' For years the King of Vampires, Vladimir had been hiding. . . Hiding from the ones he had betrayed for his bride~ Living in the darkness, speaking the language of silence. . . 17 years ago the King of Vampires, Vladimir was lured into a trap set by an Oracle. To Find His Fated Bride~ The girl was yet to be born and Vladimir was aware that no parents in their right mind will give their daughter to a vicious Millennium old Vampire King. So in the heat of the moment, Vladimir traded with the Oracle to hand his bride to him in secret without letting her parents know. But the Vampire King never expected the witch to deceive him and abduct his bride using Vladimir as a pawn in her twisted game. . . Battling with his fury and madness the Vampire King had searched every dark forest where the Oracle could hide but he had come back empty-handed with nothing more than the weight of guilt, shame, and longings on his shoulders. What will happen when the bride Vladimir had been searching for will sweep him off his feet as if he was a little princess by literally kidnaping him from his Royal Ball? What will happen when the King who had been hiding in the dark avoiding the limelight will become the hero of the biggest scandal of the century? "Lethal killing machine, the most cunning, ferocious, and oldest Vampire to ever roam earth got kidnapped from his own Royal Ball in front of the crowd of the deadliest vampires, by a young anonymous witch." This scandal was unbelievable yet authentic. ... What will happen when the selfish, cruel, demanding and extremely unreasonable assassin Esmeray will meet the arrogant, self-centered witch-hating Vampire King Vladimir?

***Updates are now on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.*** Everything you thought you knew was a lie. The vampire king, Vladimir Sedof, was on top of the world once upon a time. He had his beloved by his side and the vampires following his every dictate. Then one sunny morning, it all goes to hell. He wakes up twenty odd years later to find most of his magic stolen and his beloved murdered. Hell bent on getting revenge on those who left him for dead, he acquires a pawn in the form of Josie Braille. She turns out to be too powerful and not all that useful. Josie Braille just wanted to set her father free. What she gets instead is a world filled with magic, lies and schemes older than she had been alive. In this world where foes and friends wear the same face, she must choose a side and fight for her love. But to do that, she must decide who she loves. Grayson Callahan is a hunter stuck between the rock and a hard place. He has to choose between doing his duty and saving the world from a vampire on the warpath, or saying fuck it and choosing his love. Three lives on a collision course, whose resolution will reign supreme? What they do find in the end is that this was someone else's game entirely and they were all pawns from the very beginning. But when the chips are down and the fate of their existence and everyone they held dear on their shoulders, will Josie’s love win, or will the vampire king sacrifice them all to get his justice? *This book ends on a HFN

After a car accident left me with amnesia, a woman claiming to be my girlfriend proposed to me in the most heartfelt way. Everyone around me said I'd been waiting for this moment for seven whole years and urged me to just say yes. In my past life, I nodded along without thinking twice. Her childhood best friend, who turned out to be the long-lost biological son of my parents, ended up going with them to Neller City—and completely leapfrogged into a whole new social class. As for me, I followed Estelle Camden back to her hometown and became just some ordinary guy from the countryside. Cooking, doing laundry, taking care of her bedridden father—I did it all, for thirty years straight. But Estelle left to find work in the city just a year after we got married, and she'd only come back once every few years. The money she sent was barely enough to keep a beggar going. It wasn't until I lay wasted away on my deathbed, barely clinging to life, that I finally saw the truth in her cold, calculating eyes. She let out a sigh of relief and confessed, "The couple who came looking for their child back then—they were your real parents. They're worth hundreds of millions. But you? You're so ordinary—what right did you have to that kind of life? So I gave the DNA test to Derek instead. "Derek is handsome and clever. He deserves the good life way more than you do." When she saw the rage burning in my eyes, she just gave a careless little smile. "You know, sometimes I actually felt guilty looking at you. But now, you're finally about to die—so I guess that's one less thing weighing on my conscience." Right after she said that, I coughed up a mouthful of blood and died, seething with regret. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that hospital bed—and Estelle was asking me to marry her.