Novel & Cerita Pureblood Heartless

"Will it hurt me?" "No," Rhye assured, looking encouragingly perturbed at the thought of her in pain. Joseph smirked. That’s right, big brother. Fall a little further. He thought. "Okay. Do it," she murmured. For just a moment, Rhye’s face showed surprise at the trust she was putting in him, and then his eyes brightened as he whispered the incantation under his breath. They changed until they were no longer a dull, human blue but a vivid cerulean with a sunburst of fiery orange encircling the pupil, a mark of his pureblood lineage and proof he was the first-born of the Moonlight pack.

I'd just traded my freedom for their survival—stupid, selfless me. "Aria, come out now. The ceremony's starting—please don't make him wait," Mother begged, her voice cracking with desperation. It twisted my stomach as I thought of Damien Blackwood, the cold CEO who ruined people without a second thought. I'd seen him once tall in his suit, flashing a fake smile as he slipped a ring onto Elara's finger, his eyes skipping over me like I was nothing but air. My hands shook as I smoothed the veil, holding back tears.

Purebloods were bred for endurance and even among them compatibility is rare. A human should not have survived at all. “The Council grows restless,” she continues carefully, though her attention keeps snagging back to Grace like she cannot help herself. “You refuse audiences. Ignore the old families. Cancel negotiations.” Her lips curve faintly. “All over a mortal diversion.” The word is silk over poison. Grace’s pulse jumps. Audrey hears it too. Her eyes narrow slightly at the sound, as though searching for weakness. For proof Grace is fragile enough to fit the narrative she wants.

He decided to keep his guard up and dig deeper into her background before fully trusting her. He was not about to let what happened with Bree happen again because Blake knows that, as much as Liam wants to believe that the marriage would be fake and that they would not have anything to do with each other outside of public appearances, Liam has always worn his heart on his sleeves, and he would not be surprised if he ended up falling for her. After all, the only thing that caused this whole mess in the first place was because Liam found her amazing. That wasn't about to change because they found out that she was the daughter of the most ruthless businessman in America.

 Billionaire's Heart is coming to an end. Thank you all for your amazing through this amazing journey.

Paolo and Serena are both standing at the centerstage, as they waited for the Stage Director to give them further instructions. "Let's do Chapter 18...The Death of Hope." the Director announced. Paolo and Serena did their own mental training. In this scene, the prince decided to sacrifice his life to prevent the death of his beloved, who carries a curse. Paolo will play as the prince, while Serena will play as Amaia, a commoner who carries a curse, and the lover of the prince. "Take my lead." Paolo whispered at Serena, who nodded in return. They both sat on the floor. Paolo hugged Serena tightly...

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Instead I stood on my hind legs. "Woah... She's something else." I heard a human breathe out. Scarlett looked beyond terrified. She shook in her boots and attempted to use her power, but it was not working. I then growled and charged towards her. In a matter of seconds my clawed hand-like paw was dripping in blood and through Scarlett's chest, and her heart was in my hand. It was warm and still beating. "This heart was pure, but the soul was dark and dirty. I will find you a new body." I said. And with that I lifted the heart towards the moonlight and slowly it disappeared, awaiting a soul to match its own goodness.

Someone who's also in the same shoes as mine. He's the one who pulled me out of the closet and thought me to love myself. He's the one who made me realize that life is not that cruel. He makes me smile, every time. But fate wants to crumple our paper hearts. Do I deserve the pain? Or should I accept the fact that gay people deserve to live alone, forever?