RedBedSheets

Madeline Colter despises her country, Grandor, home to the most conservative and racist people to exist, the only country to reject people of other species while having a half-vampire prince. But when the prince comes of age and every woman in the country is forced to participate in a competition for the position of queen, Madeline is dragged into it. 

She expected to be failed immediately, not that she'd meet with the so-called feared prince and realize they may not be so different after all.

Alexei, known as the fearful war monger prince, feels little affection for anyone. Ostracised among nobility with his only protector now dead he has to pick a queen to ascend the throne. What he hadn't expected was to meet a girl that would make him realize how touch-starved he truly was. 


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I stared at the people below me, all their faces enamoured with awe as they beheld me. I was a commoner moments before, but here I sat- a crown atop my head.

I felt his fingers squeeze my hand and tried to stop my flinch. His red eyes boring into the side of my face. I knew he was grinning from ear to ear. I knew he had set all this up for me. Not to show me. But… to warn me.

Thousands of eyes leered at me and I knew what was to come would be much worse than what had already happened.

“Long Live the King and his Queen!” The chants began and I could feel a prickle in the corner of my eyes.

“Do not cry”.  His cold words were warmer than the finger that brushed my eyelid. My eye stilled and slid toward him. “This is all yours now. Just as much as it is mine. A country in the hands of those who hate it. Let’s ruin it all”. The fire burning in those eyes shook my core.

“Long… live the king” I said slowly and deliberately, watching his smile stretch further.

“Long live the queen”. 

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I looked at the massacre around us. There was blood everywhere… why didn't he care for that?

"Why do you want mine?" I asked curiously, face turning pink when he lifted his intoxicated eyes towards me and his face was flushed, lips panting. It sent a strange thrill through me to see a man of such power on his knees, practically begging.


"I want all of you. Everything" he laid a kiss on my skin, breathing in the scent.

Warning: slow- burn R18

The Monsters First Love

I could still hear it. My senses completely filled as the sound shook my entire core. It was like the surprise you get from the first strike of lightning. That same jolt.


The image of that vein. The way it bounced while she spoke. The sound of the blood rushing through it with each thump. 


That mind numbing scent. It smelled delicious. It was nothing I'd smelt before. I had imagined it before it could happen. My teeth sinking into the soft flesh, my hands holding her down as I inhaled the raw aroma of it all.


Had she not illustrated my fantasies what might have happened? 


Then there was the question as to why she did not recognise me. I thought she had been a great actor or something when she gave me tea. Had she truly not looked up? No that made no sense. She saw my eyes.


I let out a sudden cry as I felt the immense burn of the sun. My time limit diminishing for the day.


"George!" I choked out, throat drying as the light seemed to ignite my insides.


"Shut the drapes! I can't handle the light anymore!" My legs gave out and I felt the cold floor beneath me. It didn't matter what I did I could not muster the strength to stand. That girl… what had she done to me?


I felt George lift me up, vision returning as I felt the coolness of darkness. 


"What happened? Did you get attacked?" He asked and I shook my head as his voice began to give me a migraine.


"I- I- was craving it" I finally mustered as I sat on my desk chair.


"Craving?" I saw his worried face clearly in the dark, though he could probably only see darkness. The realisation so obvious on his face as he gasped, "blood? You finally had a craving?"


He blindly managed to skilfully locate the vials of blood from the Empire and placed them before me carefully. He then stood cautiously back.


"Stand further back. I do not trust myself like that" I ordered and he obeyed, breaking out in a cold sweat.


I lifted the vile uneasily. I did not enjoy that. I did not want to experience that again, but it I were to go berserk from the thirst then I must do this.


I pulled the lid, preparing to be overwhelmed by the scent.


Chapter 18