Contos de Vampire sobre Plot Twists e Romances com Vampire e Family Emotions

When I was three years old, my twin brothers, Silas and Julian, nearly died in an explosion while trying to save me. The Vampire King happened to pass by and turned them into high-ranking vampires. He had wanted to turn me too, so our family could stay together forever, but they refused. The King's power was too overwhelming, they said-the transformation would be agonizing. So they promised to turn me themselves when I turned eighteen. They spent every last penny they had on an impossibly rare serum-a blood-calming agent that would ensure I survived the transformation safely. But six months ago, they brought home a fifteen-year-old human orphan named Elena. Silas snatched my serum and handed it to Elena, his voice cold as ice. "You're strong enough to endure the transformation on your own. Elena is far more fragile than you-she needs this more." Julian's face twisted with undisguised contempt. He pointed at the door and snarled, "Get out! Don't come back until you learn to share!" I didn't say a word. I picked up the suitcase I'd already packed and disappeared into the rainy night. They assumed I was just throwing a tantrum. They figured I'd come crawling back in a few days. To celebrate ridding themselves of their "burden," they took the orphan on a vacation to the Caribbean coast-the trip I'd been dreaming about for years. But when they returned to the castle two weeks later, they were stunned to discover that I had undergone the Vampire King's transformation personally. Not only that-I had voluntarily signed a hundred-year agreement to join a classified isolation research project studying resistance to holy silver and crucifixes. A century of solitary confinement. I was never coming back. That day, they completely fell apart.

My sister, Cecilia, discovered by chance that she shared an uncanny resemblance to the Vampire Prince’s human wife, Isabella. She had been crushing on Alistair since forever. She was eager to take Isabella’s place. It was no secret that Alistair only saved Cecilia back then because she looked so much like Isabella. I tried to talk some sense into Isabella. It was bad enough that she refused to take my advice, but she came up with a plan to lure Isabella out and hire men as vampire hunters to ambush her. She would play the heroine, swooping in to save Isabella and catching Alistair’s attention. Catching on to her scheme, I knocked her unconscious and stopped her before her mission was set in motion. I implored her, desperate to get through to her. Alistair wasn’t some fictional hero from the romance novels on her shelf. He was the Vampire Prince who had lived for half a millennium. Her little antics wouldn’t escape his eye. Once Alistair discovered what she had done, she and the rest of our family would pay dearly. Cecilia, her head down and her eyes teary, told me she understood. That night, she drugged me and threw me into a dungeon filled with feral blood servants before locking the door. These creatures that failed to turn swarmed me. Their fangs tore into my throat, draining every last drop of my blood. Before I breathed my last, I looked through the bars and saw the resentment burning in Cecilia’s eyes. “Since you destroyed my dream, don’t blame me for ruining you, Nora.” When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day Cecilia hired men to abduct Isabella. This time, I wasn’t going to get in her way.

The day before my wedding, I received a message from an unknown number asking me to meet in a hotel room. "I hear you're marrying the Prince's heir tomorrow. "I'll give you nine million dollars. All you have to do is give me the access crest and tell me his whereabouts." I said yes, and I went there that same night. But when I opened the door, I found my fiancé Adrian glaring at me, his triumphant vampire childhood sweetheart beside him. "Adrian, I told you a long time ago. Humans cannot be trusted. "She only pretends to love you. She was after your money all along." My fiancé glared at me, clamped a hand around my wrist, and gritted his teeth. "Why?" But I suddenly laughed. "Because I wanted to see how many more times the two of you were going to test me." When my mother was dying, I asked him for a loan. The sum was nothing to him, and he asked me whether money was the reason I was with him. I worked myself into the ground scraping together money for her treatment, and the strain cost me the baby. Then he decided I had only used the pregnancy to force him into marriage and had never wanted his child. After that the tests kept coming. I explained. I cried. I tried to prove myself. He never actually believed me. "That was the ninth time you and Seraphina tested my love for you. "I'm tired. Let's end this."