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They had no reason to make him feel as good as they did. And Vladya had wanted to share more. Never in as long as he could remember had he effortlessly wanted to share anything with someone outside his too-small inner circle of friends. Who would have thought he, Grand Lord Vladya, Master of the Western Clans and Hater of humans, would have a human female in his bed and, instead of slitting her throat and watching her bleed out, he would be standing at his door, late for court and obsessively watching her sleep? Memorizing every feature and branding her beautiful naked form into his mind.

– Vlad says to the old human who has always been faithful to him. - Sir, we have blood slaves here. There are royal guards here. - I'm not hungry. Try to worry about tracing the call, or there will be consequences. - Our specialist will do his best, but the computer program covers the rest. Vlad dismisses him with one hand and resumes tapping his nails on the table. When the clock strikes 11, he leans towards the screen, but nothing happens. Vad slams his hand on the table, furious, and everyone present jumps, but the blue phone starts vibrating on the screen, and he answers the call as quickly as he can.

Sooner or later, the company would bleed under his leadership, and Vlad would make sure he paid for every loss. Vlad sank onto the couch and noticed the phone his brother had left behind. Surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. Unlocking the screen, he froze, staring at the wallpaper—a half-naked girl. Her face wasn’t visible, but the lips captured in the frame and the golden curls cascading down her back were unmistakable. “Stas forgot his phone. I’ll bring it to him,” Darvin said, gripping the device tightly as he stood. The men were so absorbed in their discussion that they didn’t even notice Vlad leave.

I then chuckle at him and rasp, “Do your worst, Kolby… Maybe you will even kill me this time..” He walks over, stops in front of me, leans in close and whispers. "You will be calling me Master Kolby soon, vampire prince." He then gives me a hard punch to the jaw before stepping back and letting out his own chuckle as the door opens and Vlad walks in with a female struggling and screaming over his shoulder. I watch as he walks up to and stops in front of Kolby, allowing the struggling female to slide down his front.

“I’d like to see that. Vlad is a bit of a celebrity in our world. To work for him is kind of coming to a tipping point of your career. He’s the best. So I can’t really image a short girl taking him down.” Shrugging, I rolled the rest of the paint off before I dipped in for more. “You would be surprised of what someone my height can do. It’s all in the training and I’ve had more than my lifetime of cutting men down to size.” Keenan was about to say something when the vault opened and Vlad came back out. Keenan tossed him a mask but he didn’t put it on. “Get some rest. Sorry for taking so long to relieve you. I didn’t think the princess here would be up this early.”

"You think that we are your pawns. We are all here simply to save our own skin. If I find him, I will kill him and bring his head to the Master. I can only imagine how proud he would be.” I stood up and snarled at her. She snarled back, and the meeting was at a standstill. "You should back down, Jonas. You don't have a penny to your name. You are only here because you are the Master's little boy, and you are the only one who has seen him. I have no respect for you.” I smiled wickedly at her. "I'll make you eat your words, Lady Vadala.” We both sat back down and Lady Vadala's assistant wiped off the sweat from her master's forehead and passed her a paper. She looked it over and finally passed

Rose couldn’t see his face but his aura screamed authority and dominance. Vladimir Sokolov stood straight in his mighty glory and looked at the scene in satisfaction. He moved towards Dante with his slow dominating steps and stood before his terrified state. “You should never have touched what's mine, Boy,” Vladimir’s heavy dark voice dried Dante’s throat and words blocked in his mouth seeing the dark man towering over him.

That name hadn’t passed my ears in years—not because I’d forgotten it, but because I’d deliberately buried it. "Vandel?" I repeated, barely above a whisper. Carlo nodded. "Yes. The leader of the Russian Mafia." My knees nearly buckled. I dropped into the nearest chair, the weight of everything settling onto my shoulders like a damn avalanche. Vandell was a ghost from my nightmares, the kind you pray stays buried but always finds a way to crawl back to the surface. “What the hell would Leonardo be doing with him?” I asked, more to myself than anyone else. The question sounded ridiculous even in my own ears.

I wondered what her story was. “She traps people in her snare.” She elaborated, “That’s what fae fairies are good at. Inside the prison, her mind games won’t work but out here, I can’t say much. I’m Danny by the way. You’re the Russian vampire who stole blood bags from the hospital you worked at, right? Pleased to meet you.” “Same here, I guess? What did you do?” I blurted out. “Oh, I wiped out a group of werewolf hunters.” She said casually like she’d just dropped a few biscuits in her tea.

she says to him and he starts climbing up step by step as she follows her some distance behind, he walks up the stairs and now the moment he has been waiting for in a long time finally comes, Vlad Dracula, the greatest vampire was sitting on what seemed to be a golden chair in the middle of the open room, surrounded by his servants, the room was extra lavish than the rest. "Look who is here, my old friend, you've now grown to be a big boy i see, come here" Vlad says to him with his heavy commanding voice. He walks towards him and shakes his hand, it was a feeling that made him feel so alive. "Your eyes Alfred, I can see they're not the same at all" he says to Alfred and now he gets shocked b