Sold To My Beloved Vampire King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I know you must be wondering why I still have you here. But you see, you're an essential tool for me." He leaned forward. He was close enough that Brielle could smell his putrid odor. His breath smelled like rotting fish or something worse. "You'll be beneficial to me. You will help me rebuild my kingdom." With a rapid stroke of his hand, he seized her chin. He yanked it upwards until their eyes were level, then released his grip and rested his hands on her shoulders. The contact burnt her skin. "You will be the perfect tool to draw out my beloved niece, Darius Havix.“

I had it so very bad yet I wouldn't want it to ever change! With that he carried me off to our bedroom where he did indeed show me how vampires made love and let me tell you, it was incredibly electrifying! It was the time that my king and I too finally had our happy ending...

Mom stepped forward, her head bowed just as she had instructed me, but her voice remained steady. "I sighted a vampire first thanks to my daughter. I chased it into the tree line, only for its accomplice to come out of nowhere and attack me all of a sudden. I managed to kill one, but the other one escaped into the night." The air in the room grew suffocatingly thick as one of the oldest men at the table suddenly leaned forward. His face twisted with a sudden, devastating burst of grief and anger, his eyes rimmed with red as he slammed a fist onto the stone.

I wash my broken hand, peer at the ring for a while and fall asleep. Right there in the bathroom. The first day finds me on that bathroom floor and I move only to change positions and go back to sleep. The second day meets me with a dream, of happiness and pain, and pure misery. I see the Lycan king leaning over me and whispering the words "I can never love you." "I would rather sleep with a dog than you." By the fourth day my stomach is grumbling and I am sure i might have digested half my intestines.

"But I want you there too. I want to be with you. I want to be near you. I felt sad thinking that you were not there. I want you to go with us." "I want that too," I whispered and pecked her cheek. "But I can't leave our friends and family here behind. The castle will fall if I leave. Do you understand what I'm saying? I am the King of vampires, and I can't leave them behind. They need me to protect them."

“Calm down. Take your phone and come sit.” I didn’t want to obey, but I took my phone, unable to think of anything else to do. With it in my hand, I felt a little better. “I am a vampire,” he said slowly. “But I would never hurt someone I love.” “Love?” “Yes. I love you,” he said. “For centuries, I have been alone. No one had ever affected me until I met you. Those people… those men I killed. I killed to protect you.” “I-I don’t understand.”

The vampires wanted to know how much I was willing to give for Christopher, but yet somehow, I couldn't stop bidding. The thought of him with anyone who wasn't me left a bitter taste in my mouth. He was mine. "Fifty million dollars" everyone stared at me in shock. I know I shouldn't have. Not because I didn't have the money. I did. I mean, all I had was money. But because I'd just put a value on him and everyone knew his importance. "Fifty million dollars, going once, going twice. Sold to the Man in the three-piece suit. I walked up to claim my prize and offered him my hands.

He called out in equally cold voice as he turned towards the door. Roman came in and walked to him immediately, then bowed. "Yes my king." "Take that to the deliverer. He must deliver the letter to The Pavlovas kingdom. Tonight." "Yes my king." Roman bowed. He took the letter and left immediately to carry out the orders. King Tarzan turned back to look at Leilani and shook his head. He needed to inflict more pain on her at once and that will be by making her his s*x slave. Yes. S*x slave.

His expression was a mask of pure, unadulterated boredom. "Two point five," Xander snapped, his face reddening. "Three," Houston countered immediately. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. He wasn't even looking at Brittany. He was looking at Xander like he was an insect he was about to crush. "Three point five!" Xander growled. "Five million." The auctioneer paused, his gavel hovering. "Five million from Mr. Vane. Going once… going twice…" Bang. "Sold. To Houston Vane."

At its tip, a gemstone the color of arterial blood. He stood at the center of the corridor, dead still. Dylan stopped. The girl whimpered against his chest. "Aurelian." Dylan's voice came out barely above a whisper. The blood left my hands. Aurelian Ashbourne. The Vampire King. The man who walked out of my house when I was six years old and left three bodies behind him. "It seems you're quite familiar with me." His voice was low and warped, wrapped in the same distortion as his face.