I_am_Creator

Vampire and witches had been at war with each other.
While the vampire hunts and kills witches at every occasion. Witches used dark methods to kill Vampires stealthily. Being the last in the food chain, Humans suffered most in their war. 
In the dark era, where dying was easier than walking, silver hair and silver eyes were cursed as the sign of a witch.
Bella Rosmerta, despised and abandoned by her own kind, was taken as a slave of Rafael Casanovia.
But her only goal was to bring him to his knees. Not because she had hatred for vampires or she had devotion to her kind but… to get the love of her family. The place she deserved in their hearts.
But as she charmed the seductive vampire, she realized she had fallen for him as much as he was head over heels for her and… the witches were not as valiant and pure as she had thought. And vampires were not as merciless and cruel as they have been depicted.
But as the tension grew among their kind, families turned into enemies and enemies stood as family. Will the fading boundaries change Bella’ heart and she would let her prejudices go or… will the hatred destroy her life once again?

A Slave For The Vampire Lord

"Bella.. Is that you? Oh goddess, you are really here." Luhan jumped from the roof of the building when he noticed Bella walking in the narrow lane. "Where have you been? We were looking for you everywhere." he looked at her from up to down as if searching for injuries. His face was full of worry that her heart warmed.

When he did not find any injury or a scratch, he took a deep breath of relief and hugged her hard.

"Thank goodness you are okay." he whispered in a voice that was full of longing that the event of that fateful night flashed in her eyes. Even on that night, he was the only one who had stood for her all the time.

"Thank you, Luhan, for being there. You are my good friend." a friend? He paused at the word. Of course, she was a naive girl who would not notice the hints. But soon, he would confess to her. This is not the right time. He was wearing rags and he did not have any gift to offer. "But who else was looking for me?"

Vine of Lies