KyrieUzumaki

Year 1540

Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius.  She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for.
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Teaser:

Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" 

Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall.

He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her. 

"Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ."

Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

Vampire Chronicles

The garden was in full bloom, a picturesque setting for Clarice's tea session with Nicole and a few other esteemed guests. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of roses and jasmine, and the gentle hum of conversation floated around the table. Nicole, though smiling and engaging in polite conversation, felt a gnawing unease deep within her.

Weeks had passed since the ritual, and she had not felt right since. An inexplicable fatigue weighed her down, and an occasional, ominous twinge in her chest made her wonder if something dark lingered within her. Today, the feeling was worse than ever. She did her best to maintain the sickness she was feeling.

Clarice, seated beside her, noticed the slight pallor to Nicole's usually vibrant complexion. "Are you alright, Nicole?" she asked softly, concern etching lines on her forehead.

Nicole forced a smile. "Just a bit tired, Clarice. It's nothing, don't worry."

Awaking the Embodiment