Joyce_Mama_6073

“No matter what, never fall for the vampire king.”

  Kiara Whitman always knew her fate was twisted because she is the first hybrid, but things took a drastic turn when she was offered a contract marriage with the ruthless Valerian King. There was just one clause on the contract: 
"Falling for Adriel Valerian is equivalent to death.”


  But how could she follow such a clause? Her heart raced under his gaze, and when he spoke, her thoughts became foggy.

  It was clear as day that if the clause was meant to keep her alive, she wouldn’t survive.

   Unfortunately, Adriel, the vampire king, didn’t feel the same for her because he had his own plans for the hybrid princess; she was the key to everything he craved—his ultimate freedom from hell.

   He had sworn never to let himself fall for her because it would be messy; he had to be smart, vigilant, and stay in control.

  What will happen when Kiara finds out the real reason behind the contract marriage? Or when she discovers that she was just a tool for survival all along, just a possession to the vampire king and nothing less?

   Will she decide to leave for good or stay to find out her purpose? Or at least seduce the vampire king, if at all that’s possible.

Fangs And Fate

There was a war for dominance; both sides of me wanted to possess me all at once. The blood under my skin heated up as they surged my veins, and I could feel my fangs pierce out of my gum. I watched my bones elongate and the hair on my skin thicken to fur. The chains on my hands shattered as the muscles crept from under my skin. It was like a clash of war, and I was right in the center of it.

I cried in agonizing pain, trying to get back under control. To stop the pain or to at least try to harmonize the transformation. It didn't work; it never did. It felt like a brutal combat inside me. It was loud and aggressive, and with every move I made, it hurt even more.

And then, like a spell, It stopped. All the pain went away, and my senses heightened.

The scent of distant blood hit my nostrils like an old, familiar friend I hadn't greeted in a while.Urging me to chase, to hunt, to kill, and to do so urgently.

Damsel in Distress?