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

He stared at me for a moment, face still and unmoving, before his brows knit.


"My fault?" He muttered, "have I caused you so much stress that your heart has started acting up?" He looked hurt at the fact.


"All the more reason to summon the doctor" he stood and I quickly grabbed his hand, more tightly than I probably should have.


"Please don't" I begged and his cheeks pinked.


He looked away and then awkwardly sat on the bed. We sat in silence. My face red as he watched me uncomfortably.


"Why?…" he began but trailed off. As if he were uncertain of the consequences of simply asking. It was unlike him.


"You don't understand boundaries. I'm not used to men. You should have guessed that already…" I grumbled, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.


He stared at me and then he began to laugh. So loudly that I had no choice but to look up and shoot him an irritated face. But I stopped. His face wore a smile. Not his usual amused one. No. He looked genuinely happy. And it reached his eyes. They shone.


I smiled before I could stop myself. Laughing along with him.


It was a moment like this that made me forget that this man threatened my family and loved ones. 


I wasn't sure when. But at some point he leaned close to me. So close that our foreheads brushed against each other. We stared into each others eyes, both our cheeks flushed.


The moment was still and surreal, like a painting catching a moment that could only be described as a tangent.


His fingers brushed my hair and I could feel his breath hit my neck. He was baring it. Removing my hair that covered it.


He didn't lower his head to inhale it this time, instead his fingers simply traced the skin. At the time I hadn't realised he was following my veins. I had blushed, his eyes not straying from mine.


"Strange?" I echoed, barely able to look away from him. My breathing was irregular as I replied, "yes. You make me strange".


I found my eyes dropping to his lips. Finding them inviting before I recalled the kiss in my office. The cold one. I shivered and found myself leaning back unconsciously.


But as I did he moved closer and eventually my head was against a pillow and I could feel him leaning against me.


I should be scared. But I wasn't. I felt more curious than anything. Waiting…


I let out an audible gulp and he smiled at the sound.


"You're nervous, but you aren't denying me?" He asked and when I didn't reply I felt him move closer. His body heat poured onto me as he loomed and those eyes burned into me. If I didn't stop... stop him then-


I raised a hand to push him back and he simply watched for a moment as I pushed in futility. He hadn't budged once and all I really did was make him laugh. He grabbed the hand I pushed him with and kissed the palm of it.


"So this is what had your heart acting strange" I felt the vibration of his laugh on my hand. It was ticklish. But he was right, the way he stared at me all the while had my heart squeezing and my breath shallow. I was barely in my right mind.


I hadn't even registered him pulling away and fixing his clothes. It was only when he spoke that I snapped out of my trance.


"Get some rest. The first task begins tonight" He lifted a lock of my hair playfully and stared at me in a way that could only be described as longing before he disapeared completely.


I stared at the spot he stood unable to shake the feeling that he still stood there. I finally managed to sit up, my body a quivering mess.


"Why did he...?" I gulped and took a deep breath to calm my self.


He could have taken me right there. I couldn't have stopped him and he went out of his way to show me that. So why did he...? was it a warning or just teasing.


My face flushed and I found my hands on my face.


Chapter 59